A man is a lonely truth
In a world both ancient and new;
The vanishing point of the future,
The proof of the present clue.
Though man is a finite history
Whose cause is obscured by time,
His is the consummate mystery
Of self-apprehending mind.
Magnificent in scope and metaphor of the human fragility; this easily could be the perfect epilogue for the entire race. You write out of a superbly thoughtful mind.
Each man carries his own truth in his DNA.. Different subject with kindling thought!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A man is a lie perfectly told To mask how cruel is this world A proof that history was unjust Was once a spem and ends as dust Still think he rules he wants to be god Destroyed the world spilled the blood