War Against Doubt
Every time we believe, we extend our lives a little bit.
Whenever we doubt, gravewards we go.
In this, belief/disbelief time-game
Old Age waits at our door,
while Death lies like a fox in ambush,
ready to lead us to the grave’s gate.
Not in vain an old man said:
“Do not open the door to doubt
in order that Death you may keep out.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem