Two ones became one with a bond,
Predestined by the Law of Heaven on earth,
With seven branches the stem had grown,
Manure the same; water the same; soil the same,
There was a common good with the seven,
Even then, the soil turned adulterated,
A mystery weed tangled within the stem,
The bond remained one, but there were two shoots,
The seven played fun and frolic with no conceit,
Pranks and tomfoolery were the game show,
And there were flowers and fruits all around.
The seven branches turned seven trees,
Each hath its own branch and branches,
Manure the different; water the different; soil the different,
There is an eccentric identity with the seven,
There have been weeds all around the seven,
The roots of some trees eaten by worms,
Yet the branches of the seven have their identities,
The seven trees have forgotten the one soil,
They grin at each other with their egoistic hearts,
War in eerie stillness waged ‘gainst each other,
And there exists always a chaotic mystery.
Will the seven remain the same till the trees weeded out?
Will the branches of the seven be united?
Or will the seven remain indifferent till the trees rooted out?
Will the branches of the seven not be united?
A ray of hope shall be discovered if the seven looks at the Lord,
And there would be no breaches if the Lord is with them,
And if the seven discovers the bond in the Lord
There would be a common good beyond the material possession.
And if the seven does realize relationship is within this life,
It would be better it is the first stage to Eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem