To be a man is more than
Being born a man
It is to grow with thorns like roses
Slip from the hands of catchers
Like a catfish
And smile when tossed by the waves
Of toils;
Grow a carapace like a tortoise
Inured to the vitriolics of survival
To be a man
Is to remain in the war front
Until the enemies come
And the war is won or lost
And men are separated from women.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Common to all.Thanks for sharing.