Destiny, destiny delayed
Is the real one you would
Marvel at for greatness.
The dilemma embody sorrow,
With projecting finger it crush
A joyous heart in a ripple thorn
Fair is life with bright destiny.
Destiny delayed is the only one
For season of seasons coil in ache
Fingers of the eager pin around one
Mixing vinegar for one blessed soul.
All around months and years in agony
Mourning like mourners for the dead
Painful brother men killing one inside
Exhausting sister women imagining
A destiny delayed is worrisome but
If it is freed in life again is an unbeatable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
powerful message...well expressed...Solid penning ~FjR~