patches and patches,
and with the almighty
whose legs never stagger
whose eyes never went blank
whose task is the top grade deed
a devotee,
a hungry stone
whose feet know no God
and a strife placed among the warrior
whose i want to console,
though they do no evil, they might
the hungry stone hates God,
may God bless him..
Not the stone Our mind Our soul Is hungry And wonders For peace keeping stone ahead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
searching for the peaceful stone the man march but, unfortunately pieces of angry stones scattered by the paths.