Many thought and refuse to believe
That I have the wisdom to conceive
Fantasies that can build and rebuild
A world of wonder one can yield.
Everyone believe I am nothing but a mess
For having no means in life to profess
But they never knew that beyond this fate
My heart is full of love for other's sake.
Life is a book full of puzzle and mysteries
That one can never unveil its uncertainties
For as time passes another page manifest
With writing only God knows its quest.
Value of one's life is measured differently
For others believed great wealth is the key
That if one is poor and called the nobody
His fate is a picture of miserable destiny.
I Believed God has a plan for everybody
And purposely made we are not equally
Blessed with life flowing with honey
For us to see his glorious light and glory.
No one should judge a book by its cover
For life is still flowing like a great river
That the rain can overflow it to conquer
And the sun can dry it to create wonder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for sharing this, it's beautiful. I can see myself in you!