Everything in my dear life
Is important to note,
What happens unto
A man's life is important too,
As man must live to tell,
Folktales of a lifetime,
Going down the little rain,
That fall in man's life,
It curves through the mystery
Behind bars of fate,
When man speaks in tongues,
He is truly sharing tidings of life,
If he comes from the angle
Of the world towards him,
Nothing would hold the string of,
Tears not to overflow the eyes,
But what sort of beehive
We all infused on like fuse? ,
When you raise up your head a little,
There are punches directed on you,
And I humbly asks the myopic men..
When will my life be free of influence? ,
Even so, I must rule my fate,
Am born to rule my fate as destined,
From on high beyond our sickle world,
If you cares to know what kills a man,
It is never known without men,
I know my heart will not stop on the way,
And my spirit will not die easily,
Because, I will not quit until I rule,
Leaving no piece of my fate besides,
Am born to rule my fate,
Alone with my Dear Father living in above.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow this poem is incredible! Brought a tear to my eye, beautiful piece of writing.