the scars are too deep,
the facts are too steep!
concepts crossed continents,
meanings mingled in oceans,
mannerisms mixed in cultures,
mitigations circumvented allures,
know not how to even it,
never in my realm to fight,
but sure my way to fall out!
anyway is for me as invite,
as long as it is straight,
I sure, am no man to make any trait,
for, I never knew any ways of it!
for it is the very faith that failed,
and nothing is stealthy enough to rebuild,
every time comes with its own sense,
as much as any holography makes a strict presence!
when the end fails,
'that spell' speaks it all,
for it is karma, that is always, the eternal!
True! ! ! Karma is eternal....it reaps as we sow...Thank you for sharing such a beautiful poetry! !
The scars are too deep! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A meaningful poem on human existence, the duties, responsibilities, the end result of eternity and likes.