Facing the moment whether truth or lie
Accepting the face of good and evil
Realizing the essence of love and hate
Beneath the clear blue or dark sky
Rolling time will slowly reveal
If one can patiently wait
But it may be too late to cry
As things change in life's trail
By able hands of fate
So reach far and high
Have a face of smile
Create something great
Never asking why
Always walking in trail
Of divine state
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem