As the fire spreads in the forest
As the over folded river
Devours the land and its dwellers
The hunger of ego flaps its wings
over humanity
With highly inflammable violence
It is the friction In between
The divided self within
In between the desires of egos
In between the boundary lines
Of the states at the boarder
It is the friction in between
Castes, creeds and religions
The oppressor and the oppressed
That gives rise to to the violence
The eater of life on earth and man
Have we promised to commit suicide
We the so called wise and intellects
Once the fire of violence
raises its head
It catches the heart of its raiser first
And then the near and the dear
Before it reaches far way enemies
War adds more fuel to violence
It is only the cool rain of love
That can put out its flame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem