Oh! When shall man realise the truth of life
Always running on happiness and sorroful knives.
For everyday man wakes to chase his false dreams
Full of wordly aims, dwelling with evil screams.
He did forget to forgive his own brother,
Kith or kin he doesnt seem to bother.
From whence shall I see man break the shackles of sensual pleasure,
Mistaking all to be pleasant venture.
Oh, why doesnt he realise the prepetual ocean never ends
The horizon to reach closer and always it tends.
For he praises the light of the alluring moon
Which merely reflects the light of the sun, and may disappear now or soon.
Oh, when shall man realise that truth never shackles
Resting his mind on foolish trifles.
But once for all my faith rests,
On the lives of saints with their spiritual quests.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice flow, i liked it keep it up