With every conquest you put on weight.
With every conquest grudges would mount.
The built up grudges will finish you off..
Must you reap happiness by such conquests?
Julius Caesar, the man of conquests,
Was finished off by the weight of his fame.
15.02.2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
maybe some would want to even if it means paying its cost......well penned sir