It isn’t yet over
Right here under
The skies where emotions paint the color
Of faith on hearts that march relentlessly towards the gates
Of destiny in quest of serene eternity
Here I am crossing through fleeting occurrences
Feeling the ups and downs of this life
Where nightmares is the only crown
I seem to find in these earthly treasures.
To worry only brings resentment of the present moment
There is no end to possibilities when the imagination is alive
Life is like a salary; we can only expect to receive our due
When the efforts we put forth are honest and true
So faded and gone but never forgotten
Well buried in this materialized world but always applicable.
Like shadows across our paths so is life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem