As the sunrise or the night falls
The secret of creation takes a long journey..
To heavens to shine & enjoy
Or to hell forever to remain lonely..
But as a creature for now you can choose
The path of your soul till the time comes..
You can choose to be fool, to lie to drink & to be vicious
That will sure incarcerate your soul and lead it to dark terminus..
Or you can choose to be a muse, a manners holder & you will never lose
Only like that you can free your soul & let it fly with no limits..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Faith. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks