hold my hands,
let me take you
lands away
to a place -
where words fly
beyond the colors
of black and white.
sail with me,
the seas have stayed their tides
in tender regard
for the land of battle -
where the mind
defeats the plagues of time.
time won't stop!
the mind would run -
would sweat
gallons of sweat;
would wear and ache
as it runs for victory...
and when the battle is over,
history would forget-
the wear,
the sweat, the ache and all
but one:
that the seeds of battle-
the words that fly,
fly timelessly;
each timeless flight beyond the colors
of black and white.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem