You could not decide on the choice of your parents
The present disposition of your face was not your choice
When is your final breathe of life is not your warrant
The rest of your life is the self-privilege of your Choice
When pigs snore at you just laugh it out heartily
For they are brutes who live forever on garbage
Smile when street dogs just bark at you savagely
For they know nothing except to do evil damage
The environment is only an arena for the fools
Do not adjust your inborn tune to please these crowds
Make your world the playground of your own rules
Use your privilege to make your life free of droughts
Break from the clutches of rustic chains of old time
Reform by choice to the needs of the modern days
Be not be a stupid slave following norms for a living dime
Discern good from bad and when it shines make the hay
When your soul is gripped by the filth of people around
Blame not destiny but challenge for the state you desire
Adapt and accommodate or avoid making it your ground
Live like a lion and don’t be tamed for these actors’ desire
Be truly happy for that is your choice of your rare privilege
Let not the stupide jobless fools make you sad for any reason
You don’t need to fight with these rabbles of all lineages
Move forward that you leave fools far with your intuition
Raken Marimuthu
Friday 16th June 2012; 5pm. Khartoum
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful and poem full of inspirations...If all could get the Choice Privilege then all would have been happy... Yes, choice come to each one of us, but how much we make full use of it lies in ourself only. Fantastic write, loved reading it.