Pray tell, how can the darkest of all mind
Ever see the power of reflection?
Can life ever be kind to our kind?
I grope in dark, seeking direction
Ask why are the chosen ones chosen?
To be amongst the chosen ones
What must one do?
Even desert receives the morning dew
How I wish the blind could see the light- Truth!
How I wish the cripple could make a stand
May the fruits blossom and stem take root,
The foundation be a rock and not stand
Dragging down lions in my Dream insist,
My lion moist and hot, but I resist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" Ask why are the chosen ones chosen? To be amongst the chosen ones" . I believe the grace of God explains this. God can chose whoever he pleases. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing