Good people, irrespective of
caste, creed, religion, age, gender, ethnicity, country...
must remain united
to make this globe a beautiful garden,
where the biblical serpent dares not to enter.
The evil spirit will remain outside
the premises of development and progress.
Its poison will fail to destroy the red fragrant roses-
the latter will spread the essence of creativity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem