When cast religion and color tends to burns turning ashes out of love
That love was never a love
Accidentally if it is called as love
Tis' love that is not tough enough
The true spirit of love is when it finds the vigor to crawl
When it can barely move after a fall
Even if barriers, hatred and separations befall
Even to a point when it has to stall
But had it been true love
Cast, religion, the rise and fall would have never been a part at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem