Though light dispels darkness
Yet prowling shadows remain,
Shadows that lurk in the dark
Like in the deep oceans, the shark.
So, look out for the shark
That bides its time in the dark
Allow him not to prevail
And so grow big as a whale.
Good times may also harbour seeds
Of a crop of wild weeds,
So be always be prepared for the worst
Even when decking up for the best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem