He came one night, in a drifting dream;
Setting a unsettling thought.
Like a poor cricketer
On wrong foot I was caught
I always dreamed of happy days
Selfish and full of taste
Little thought spent over
My weltanschauung
That seemed a complete waste
I didn’t lend a helping hand
To someone in need
Nor anything worthy
To someone desolate indeed
A life of hopes and aspiration
For myself and only me
I never held myself a mirror
Reflecting a real me...
Time’s slipping in a manner grand
Like dust particles out of my hand
Life’s frittered away in unequal installments
The remorse of a guilty soul
Came to me as a whole
I woke up, not to sleep again
My righteous self with me to remain
All my life …..
To walk the talk and walk till end
An opportunity godsend
To do some good before death
To breathe at last a benevolent breath
Here I am, in desert’s sand
Fire above and fire below
May help an inside glow
An unseen mirror to refract
In me what’s been intact
Hold that mirror in my heart
Till the day I finally depart
A head held high
No bend at waist
Shall live my life to his taste
Good insight. Nice depth into knowing right from wrong. Lending that helping hand can make a difference in somebody's life. DC
I LOVE THE LAST PARA! MAY YOU LIVE LIKE THAT ALWAYS, WITH THE BLESSINGS OF THE LORD! 10! -RAJ
I woke up, not to sleep again My righteous self with me to remain All my life ….. To walk the talk and walk till end An opportunity godsend To do some good before death To breathe at last a benevolent breath....... beautiful write and indepth views expressed... good thinking and i like it......10 read mine'My friend in mirror' and 'did you see? ... comment critically
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I would like to translate this poem
Beatifully rhymed. Your poem is very deep and very powerful. Makes me think twice about my life.