Cycles of life harm and happiness circulate in a hoop
Where every dribble ain't no scoop
To boost an egregious ego
Unless injustice and malice you forgo
Or else karma to you returns the injustice
You dished our in your Summer Solstice
Believing karma went to sleep
When injustice consequence made you weep
For streams of wrongs done
For the abuse and misuse of the gun
You unleash like fetid fish on the messenger
Who under fire aspires to be no challenger
Misunderstood for good
In the noxious neighbourhood
Where a premium price you would pay
If you forget every dog has his day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes for good things people misunderstand. But for good things people should admire. Cycles of life harm and happiness circulate in a hoop. This poem is very brilliantly penned.