Finding Yourself Poem by Aditya Mudbhary
Finding Yourself
A man is born as a chalice of emptiness,
Unknown to where or when it shall be placed,
But a certainty remains that it is a chalice,
That it can be filled with some form of liquescent.
Thus, it is wise to ask, what makes a great man?
Orderly or free-willed?
Out-spoken or mysterious?
Exclusive or limitless?
Valiant or serpentine?
Classic or rebellious?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
8/5/2026 6:36:25 AM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
