I remember what I am here for,
What is meant for me to do
Against internal pressure
That like a steam, it may be removed...
In a place so beautiful
That ambitions I will not miss
And rewards of man be still,
An offer frequently remiss...
Imagination lingers
As does curiosity
With this in mind, I let my fingers
Create beauty and luminosity...
I cannot deny the clues,
The pages inside me read,
Compare with those of nature,
What more certainty does one need?
In union with the abstract,
My treasure has high value
And with this currency extract,
It secretly becomes a burial...
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what I am here for, what is meant for me to do, this is the basic question every one should ask himself and find the answer himself or herself.The 1st stanza of the poem is a master philosophy of life.... The poem is a superb piece of wonderful art.I am giving you 100/100
I cannot deny the clues, The pages inside me read, Compare with those of nature, What more certainty does one need? self confession, i like it. your poem always shows your sincere emotion
Romeo, We can not reason out actions based on currency extract, still we can be happy. Nice poem..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everyone claims that we are 'meant' to do something, but in the end we are here we should do whatever makes us happy, and in the end that is exactly what we are meant to do. This is a beautiful poem that I relate to alot, especially lately.