Man’s creativity is seamless, endless.
He writes poetry, paints pictures,
plays on life’s orchestra: joyous, soulful,
spreading the message of love, compassion,
looking beyond to fathom the unknown -
a robust fusion between body and mind.
His ingenuity also takes to another path,
inventing chilling methods of brutality
to near perfection, shattering the dignity
of the helpless fellow human being,
exposing the supreme contradiction
between the flesh and the soul.
This duality, his curse, always threatens
to reverse his journey into the dark.
A sense of decay treading closely behind
seems to dampen the warmth of heart.
Yet the light flickers through the gloom,
reflecting on his munificent, inner core.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem