DON'T FADE THOUGH SAD, LOTUS!
SUN MAY COME AND SUN MAY GO
BY WILL OF FATHER WE FLOAT.
WE ARE FOR BEINGS BORN,
LET THEM GLADLY PASS THOUGH TORN-
COME THEY WITH CARES TO CROSS.
LET THEM CROSS TO SAFE ABODE.
LET US BE FIRM ON RIPPLES, OR WAVES;
GLADLY PLEASE THE PASSING SLAVES.
A redemptive poem. This poem reminds me of a sense of belonging...Enjoyed! ; D
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem. Loved reading it.