The traveler rests his eyes upon the old village.
The landscape still resembles what it once was;
But his heart no longer belongs, feels as a pillage.
His desire for loving his Lord, souls now raises war
Against his tired body, his empty mind, rusty skill.
Wounded in so many battles from far distant lands,
Now he simply likes to sit under a tree, to be still.
The former dreamer has faced what harsh reality handed
The human complex traits that he barely comprehended
'Cause many years past he had dwelt much in goodness;
By bitterness of life his soul is now challenged, bent.
Should he succumb to his sound reason to do less
Or to continue further but first resting a bit,
Visit some acquaintances before resuming his quest?
Well, future will tell what his mind now blurs
While his heart rests.
Don Nguyen
06-12-2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem