It is the change inside that matters,
All paths lead to tragedy except the mind.
So avoid thinking, and build a heart,
Wherein is found the fruit of the search.
It is change and change again that starts
To unfold with finer issues, stronger virtues.
The mind resists the mighty sword that lingers,
Wishing you to death, like a die roll or felony.
My concert of music begins to tolerate for everyone,
A crowd of listeners is fighting the sounds with awe.
Then the die roll is spun like spider's silk,
One catastrophe alerts the skirts of the island,
We are in chances and risk,
So enter the fold of this virtue and sin,
The alacrity of a thousand supplicants is afoot.
We have to declare the eye of the mind,
Achieving the broken boat, the worst outcome
Of all time,
So praise the one who is me, pray for my
Discerning hands to heal you with awe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Building a heart in search of truth to feel love in mind is interesting. An amazing poem is shared here....10