In the book of life
I'm accepted.
That's why I ended registered here.
In the book of people
Am I the one selected?
I need a sign to make it clear
In the book of men
I'm the one they detected
To be a warrior, protector and comrade
In the book of women
I'm the one they suspected
To be a warrior, protector, designated dad
But in the book of love
I seem to end neglected
By some spectators
In the book of lovers
I'm not the one perfected
Not a curator of future curators
In the book of business
I'm not the voice expected
Loud, it ends unheard
This world needs shapes
That form a human forest depicted
In someone's imagination of the world
In the book of everything
I was subscribed
I had it all as prescribed
Yet I always lose something
Unscripted and undescribed
The lone in the company of the tribe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But in the book of love I seem to end neglected By some spectators In the book of lovers I'm not the one perfected Not a curator of future curators.....haunting expression with nice theme. Beautiful poem shared.