When storm and cloud loom large,
darkness engulfs,
chained souls moan,
Light of a distant Star starts to move.
Millions of mighty bacteria born out of gloominess
win over earth and air,
all forms of life consume poison,
the Star- Light gets momentum.
Before hail storm and fire engulf the earth
heat and intensity of Star- Light hit the ring.
Mortals catch their breath and pray.
Order restored and the Light is held in hearts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem