Do you see your soul's shadow,
when you sign on the paper of
death sentence?
No, I disbelieve, you
have drunk the water
of the river of Oblivion!
At night, when all the fests
of your days' schedule end,
you extinguish the outer light,
you ignite the light of soul.
Ask it, ask soon, what does it
claim of your decaying body?
Lust demands lust,
once you begin it ever
does last.
Taking your life
it will stop working at last!
Ask your soul
to burn your desire
with its every pure flame.
love life as it's god's given gift..
Shift yourself from the domain
of Beelzebub.....
You aren't Satan,
You are too the Son
of the God!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'love life as it's god's given gift Shift yourself from the domain of Beelzebub.....' Yes, life is a God given gift, preserve it and we don't have any right to blow it out