There are time when you need to compromise
Everywhere may be at your personal or professional life
Or else life would be at a strife
This is the philosophy of the wise
But then don't your heart hurts?
Could you enjoy the comforts
Of your cozy pillow?
As for me I lie low
The world seems to be very cruel
A gas tank with no fuel
Emptiness surround me
Depression grasps me
I cry
On the ground I lie
I want my soul to fly
Like a bird in the sky
Where awaits my source who has sent me on earth
I coax my birth
No I find it hard, very hard to compromise
What of you
Tell me true
I meanwhile look up at the skies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is an undercurrent of mysticism running through the poem which appeals one and all alike.