On the bank of a thinking river
I stand with a fish line
To pluck out the unexplored ideas
But over the far end of the string
I feel a pull pushing me down
The spark of spirit is in abundance
And I roam on the top layers of thinking
But the net of faith I am entrapped
Drags the float of my guts.hindering my break out
Bifurcating the cloud of doubt
The light just pops out its head
But in between me and my inner self
I fear an eclipse casted by the planet of faith.
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sometimes we are led by blind faith. Relying too much on others. Seek and you shall find. a good poem
Eclipse caste on the earth by devils thought is completely red and red and nothing else what knowledge we vave so as to take out wisdom to find the truth nice poem10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This pretty impressive poem relied upon yr deep pondering soul. A craft narration of inner thoughts. Well writing so A+