Promethean Struggle.
Prometheus bound in
grips of tender love pray
the mighty coil, to release
the tight embrace awhile.
Love replies, no, I am face
Divine never free you till the
morn, Self realisation dawn,
In thee that You and I are one.
That's divine grace usher in
Ignorant man unwilling to call,
conscience forces on and on
to open eyes of sleeping giant.
The struggle to losing battle to
win, man fights, serving ignorance
no reward, Self obtaining nothing,
empty beggar dream, insignificant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
divine never free, great write.