Nothing prevents man from pursuits,
man by his own scrupulousness
ventures to find many routes to vengeance;
dissatisfied he keeps prolonging his own agony
in the hope of defeating his enemy;
in the game of torment, he torments himself
he wants to feel victorious,
he awaits the downfall of others
yet on the other side of the riverbank
stands his rival so strong with determination and God.
The innocent is always so certain of truth
in his conscience, in his heart,
he waves the white flag of peace amidst the hatred he sees.
yet, the enemy turns a blind eye
and under-estimates the dexterity
which his opponent beholds;
with patience and tolerance awaits his rival
for the pastures of realization to ripen
but the enemy misjudges his opponent's humbleness
and miscalculates his own options with fury,
he keeps playing his games of roguery
not accepting that his quantum of revenge
is like a spoonful of dust which blows up in the air
without any harvests, results or benefits.
greatly penned - the enemy turns a blind eye and under-estimates the dexterity /// right you are in your notes- Never under-estimate others as everyone has their own attitude. The humble are not helpless. They choose to be humble.
Thank you Mahtab for your nice comment. I liked your poem - I died before my Birth - what an amazing write that was!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
he keeps playing his games of roguery not accepting that his quantum of revenge is like a spoonful of dust which blows up in the air without any harvests, results or benefits.......so touching and impressive. A gorgeous poem so nicely delineated.