Finding paths leading to heaven, wanting to leave this
world behind and grow into another atmosphere where
there will be no more pain and turmoil.
So adept at hiding out within intellect, keeping self
busy, thinking and writing poetry to fill the time I
have left on earth.
Recognizing facts of life, having a knowing set deeply
inside, preparing for the final moment whenever it
comes about.
Possibilities of having a miracle are running low,
transpiring hopes and faith keep piling themselves
into this mind as I continue living moment by moment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is a lone journey and full of miracles. I live a day to day life ever since I realized that my ability to breath is a miraculous event. And scientifically this is true for everyone of us. We are riding the same boat. Thank you.