We are the slaves of our habits,
It makes our character
It defines our destiny
our thoughts are the seeds of it,
our action its initiation.
Bad habits degrade's us
leads us towards doom
while we may not be aware
but will face the ultimate reality soon.
Good habits brings richness
richness in mind, body and soul
It requires effort to inculcate
but leads us towards our goal.
We cannot escape,
will have to choose between the two.
To be the slave of good habits,
we will have to be the master of our thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem