When heart to heart speak with each other
there's no chance for violence in love.
When the thoughts of caste in minds they smother,
the cause for wielding arms will they have how?
When one is tossed up by an emotion,
the other checks it up by some reason.
The casteists sneak in to make commotion
and the flowers pass through a hot season.
What the gentle lose, the brutes will never gain
but the voice of true love is put to silence.
Before the divide, they feel so much pain
and justice too faints before the affluence.
The lovers seek not weapons to kill or the blood to spill
but the adamant heart with remorse they want to fill.
Through a hot season! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The lovers seek not weapons to kill or the blood to spill but the adamant heart with remorse they want to fill. love and its problems.. love is a mystery.. tony