My perceptions and prejudices
where are they going to lead me?
The words i choose
the action i commit
what are they going to feed me?
when i ask myslef
where do i live
WASTE is all the echoes
with the good i have done
and bad i have been compelled to do
will angels try to greet me?
in this material world
when i walk
i try to defy the eternal truth
YOU WALK ALONE
has this defiance freed me?
I cant bear the questions
and
i dont have the answers
i have a zeal to be merry
then why with these sorrows
you seed me?
Sooner or later
we all are destined to meet you
then why this 'suffering'
isn't there an easy way
for you to meet me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem