I am not like-
a perfect investment for God
I just do not want to walk the streets
Like a stray dog
All my life-
I have longed to mimic Christ
Lay down my life
For the partial justification of the price
That was paid on the cross of light
This has brought me, you, you….. and you
this much delight.
I have longed for success
Held in my hands,
The very first trophy of the struggle…..survival!
And behold, it was sheer madness
I am not a perfect poet
But I have made love to the ideals-
of some of the world's most read sonnets
All I desire is a better life
Not necessarily a beautiful wife
Because, life is farce
Life is not for sale
Life is borrowed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem