For me life itself is the spiritual world
Its existence is far beyond comprehension
The boundless opportunities and vast space
That it occupies has every bit of significance
As I open my mind to fathom the mysteries
It just cannot but simply stricken with much awe
To see the rainbow that gives the magnificence
Of life as I traverse into reality of its creations
Man as I am is mortal and have finite life
I may be among those who wonder why
This life once lived is not perfect after all
As much as each one was born spotless
Laughters turn into tears
Hope into broken sighs
Dreams just blow away
And crush the innocence we nurture
Yet somehow, amidst all the pains
That I suffer just like the others
I still have the faith of life itself
And the will to live in this spiritual world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem