It is not really a fun
To claim that I am a part
Of the divine who created us all
If I believe He resides in me
Then life becomes more complicated
Rather than what is expected to be simple
For the fact that He is an associate
Of the crime I committed
Then how He can judge
Make me responsible
For the sins I generally do
Or how I can take home all the virtues
We earn together
Without giving Him His share.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The flesh wars against the Spirit and the Spirit wars against the flesh. The two are always contrary to each other. There are only two ways good or bad. A thought provoking write.