I can't see far ahead into the future,
a story in post-history yet to wend,
and even though it may in fire end
it's Buddha's loving nature us to nurture.
I've spent long years my injuries bewailing
with every kind of curse at every foe,
but of this truth I've slowly come to know
it won't change anything my angry railing.
Nor will I toss my dignity and bend
on pious knee: I'd stay anonymous
and celebrate to be autonomous
while cherishing in life each kin and friend.
It's not my sort to everyone be kind,
for all in life one's path to joy must find.
January 13,2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem