Does clothing make a man or does the colour of the skin?
Or is it the fame or the desire within?
No man has ever succeed with his self being fake
As your destiny lies in the mind which the god has perfectly made.
For there's no point in living your life
When you have the desire to live like others,
And no point of loving others
When you expect them to love you back like some others.
There's god above overlooking your journey,
All the waves and storms are just to prepare you against true agony.
Stop looking at others enjoying as they yet have to face
The currents turning into waves, vanquishing their trace.
It is the way of god to keep the future a secret
For it is your test to taste love and hatred.
As the good is recognised only when the bad is existent,
As it makes no difference in painting white on white.
There's no other soul similar to that of yours
And there's no other self that is similar to yours.
Then why dispose your uniqueness
For something that is already there and is worthless?
Love yourself as there is nobody else, who can feel your soul,
Nor there's anybody who can make you reach your goal.
Live a life like how you're destined to live
And reach heaven, and finally understand god and perceive!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem