If war is on your mind, the ghost of war
And militarism and terror on your hidden agenda
And misanthropy your nature
With the frequents bouts with animosity,
Malice, hatred, short temperament,
Your narrow sense of nationality, faith and its profession,
I mean to say
Your closed circles
I am sure
Your small mind is not going to help you anymore,
Specially your religious frenzy, fanatical whimsicality
Without shedding them
You cannot love anyone, even not yourself
And your family too
As you cannot live peacefully
And I know
You will end up in your dogmas
Which but cannot lead us ultimately
Until you change your heart and mentality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem