Her flower forever is freshly bloomed red rose sure;
Sure her beauty and fragrance never leaves his heart;
Heart of him could have forgotten her she may think;
Thinking of her despite in wars, he cherishes her love!
Love and peace are what he always wages wars to win;
Winning is aim in love war being soldier turned lover;
Lover, soldier and poet never have any hard and fast rule;
Rule they all by love which is what their justice is ever!
Ever he dreams of her flower and feels its fragrance fine;
Fine philosophic ideas of love he composes as poet often;
Often caught in the webs of crises many forget love here;
Here he differs with all as he is an unique soldier lover!
Lover, soldier and poet in one, he is sure to surprise her;
Her heart he will refresher one day with love permanent sure!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem