When all deeds in your life
Bear no fruits but strife
Look again at the skies
Stare at them and think twice
Am I supposed to be glad?
Or should I wince in pain and feel sad?
For these failures that I accomplished
Instead of good things that I will cherish
I heaved a big sigh
And asked GOD, ”Why? ”
People out there are many
But why did YOU choose me?
The world is teeming with selfish persons
Those who deserve more sufferings for some reasons
Those who are more deserving than me
But ALMIGHTY, why did YOU choose me?
My room was poured by weeps, bouncing back and forth
I was about to lose my grip as my last resort
When a distorted voice covered my room
And whispered, “don’t worry son, you will lately bloom”
“Sorry if I let you down,
And sometimes if I make you frown,
But please, don’t consider failures bad,
Instead, treasure them as inspirations my dear lad”
“I gave them to you for you to be stronger,
Stronger than before, best like no other,
So just keep striving; struggle til the ending,
Be down-to-earth and don’t give up dreaming! ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem