Should I uphold my thought?
It makes my heart fret
Should I fail my conscience?
Holding me not to quit
But this affair is insipid
One has to endure
I am not a coward
Just that I inure
She acts introvert
But sounds in-situ
I, thinking converse
Aren’t my thoughts, impromptu?
Steer clear me, my thought
My conscience speaks clear
She is all I dote
Aright I steer
Thought:
Aright you steer, my lord
Yet lost her first kiss
Still you trust my lord
In romance she leads the race
Conscience:
Lost her first embrace
But holds the heart
I can’t renounce
Cos’ she is my
Thought:
Life goes on she says
It won’t take once life
In your absence she adapts
Is her life still your life?
Conscience:
I’ll make the sacrifice
In her my heart lives
Our heart and emotion suffice
If a scare, I regret in demise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem