The Sky is one for men all o'er the globe;
The Air we breathe is same for all Earthlings;
The Sun is one whatever be our robe;
The Moon is common for beggars and kings.
The water from the mountains must stream down;
And forms the River that enters the Sea;
The soil is same no matter village/town;
Alas! men fight for such things stupidly.
All states must thrive by only sharing these;
No state is self-sufficient in all things;
All jealousies and diff'rences must cease;
Brethren must share both sorrows, joys, life brings.
If nations and states must progress at par;
Then share and live in peace, not go to war.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem