Tide is there
Doing its works
To its finest.
It is we
Who are telling
For and against
As per our interest.
We have forgotten
We are nobody
We are committing sins
And we are suffering
And repenting
And still not in a
Mood to make ourselves correct.
Tragedy is that
We are killing cow
For the sake of gut.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We need to correct ourselves. Thank you for the nice message.