A pair of feet,
Is all that I need…
To start a journey of a good deed…
Should a heart is required, fret it may get ‘cold’ along the way..
Then I may not achieve the mission, nor will the real intention obeyed….
Wish that I wasn’t a misfit…
Who caused none other, than mere troubles…
Life would be better if I were an angel…
Doing nothing other than virtues…following instruction is all I do…
But then, where does life’s sweetness and bitterness gained?
It’s all through that hardship, wayward and merits.
Without which life would be dull and dreary…
I guess life needs that touch of vices and a bit of virtues…as everyday is a journey worth remain in memory…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem