I have no battle to fight
Nor victories or defeats,
Anger or frustrations to collect.
No wrong to vindicate.
These, like birds of ill omen
Have long left.
I write not of hatred
Nor of recriminations for those hands
That abuse the love and friendship
I shower;
For I expect nothing from anyone.
Whatever happens, happens for the best.
I only seek to know who sustains this place,
For I often wonder how thoroughly familiar
He is with the most hidden secrets of my heart.
And when I least expect,
Like subtle whiffs of light,
Flitting across dark and starless nights,
Replies to inveterate worries surface.
They say some fruits of life are bitter
And some are sweet.
There is logic here, and wisdom.
If everything were good
Then the boredom would be too much.
I need challenge and motivation.
If we were all prophets,
Who would teach who?
If all the lakes were oceans,
Where would the land be?
On the way of life
There are soft tufts and straggly stones.
I get bored always treading on soft tufts.
Now and then I need hard ground,
To know, not only what I can endure
But also what he, who made it all,
Wants of me.
Flitting across dark and starless nights, Replies to inveterate worries surface. They say some fruits of life is bitter And some are sweet. very thoughtful lines. great write. please read some of mine. :)
seems you are all set to face all the challenges of life.how can one taste happiness without experiencing sorrow? very nice.liked it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's a contemplation on the life and the way we need to deal with it. great write, poet.