It's the battlefield...
The worst battlefield,
All are fighting here
Every moment to survive,
There is no end of this,
Someone is winning,
He is relishing his success
With his heart's content,
But someone is losing too,
Pain and frustration is pervading
His sad and gloomy realm,
The writers are regularly writing different stories
About different incidents of the battleground,
But the best story is that
When a loser becomes a winner
In the important arena
With his rejuvenated energy and spirit
And the writer depicts it
With his immortal ink.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem