I can't remember my Past
I can't even see my future
I'm trapped in my present
This begs a question
Do I really need to pray and fast?
to have a better view if tomorrow's picture?
or is my past supposed to give consent?
I've tried studying my life like maths
Each time I need some lecture
I'm failing it I really am,it's as if I am totally absent.
why not make me one of your cast?
I can't be you but together we can portray the daughters of nature
remembered, watched, loved, sorted for and of course sent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice composition and structure For my sake, men will compete I bet that's right.