1
Love me or hate me,
You are great, I consider.
You stay or go away,
Both are blessing for both, think for a while and utter.
2
Eventually, we both are one,
And we both are free from each other.
Surprisingly, we are separated and
We fight for our own existence together here.
3
Fortunately, we are immortal and
We feel so many things when we erect our own wall on one and the same point changing to the core with no suitable words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A difference of opinions, conflicting ideologies should not be allowed to degenerate into an open fight. It is violence of words. "Fortunately we are immortal and… … with no suitable words"… lovely. Top score.