The greatest pain that I can gain
is the succession of ugliness
to make me think those bitter words
these seeds my tongue will never spread
and still they hunt inside my head
instilled from other's misery
projected still a print in me
residing in my deepest rest
to feel my lower consciousness
lower me my grateful destiny
and back to earth for what it's worth
the egg that boils in terror states
inflates a love which never hates
from all this deepest suffering
if we are not prepared to share
this ugliness will take good care
of all those with this attitude
there is no greater gratitude. M
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well crafted poem - I enjoyed reading this.