It is said that love is the greatest weapon against hatred,
It is said that the sweetness of tongue removes all bitterness,
It is said that politeness works like a balm for the disturbed mind,
But the wounds recieved by our loved ones
Never healed by anything,
This is the place where every effort of reconcilliation goes in vain
Until the wrong doer himself atones for his sin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True so true..when a loved one hurts us, we really are at such a loss..never prepared, or anticipated the betrayal, the stab in our back...very well written