Striking this mind, a flash of lightening with rhythm
riding on it, giving a blast of freedom and independence.
A beautiful and stringent environment that entices and
allures intellect, capturing what others may never see in
their lifetimes, never wanting to miss a thing.
Curiosity always at the forefront of intellect, no one
else to steer me from it.
Innate and growing even more throughout this being,
nurtured by my soul, right in the center of a sphere of
wisdom always guiding me.
A great wise feeling is of the inner conscience is spoken here. Yes, the unstained wisdom always guides us to be in the right path and to do the right things only, but we the general humans, being allured with consumerism and material world, ignore those instructions from inside and drawn in abyss finally. Vey nice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Our conscience, the soft whispers of The Almighty Lord. Loved reading the poem.