The world have lured me to its deity
Ruling my destiny they gain nothing
A journey i should have freeze and think twice
So my return will welcome my people's smile
Alas i am on a failed struggle!
Tragedy of life in big bundle
Many awaiting my cooked story
Here I am on chase of a finished glory
The wind has used me for a big mockery
Showing my unclad so brightly
Too many cases I've not settled
The heavenly race like a lost battle
Too many trials I've not conquered
I've spent years serving two masters
Tragedy with his warning sound
Trinity the only one I've not found
It's like my problem is hard to define
Still the preacher says; I will be fine
In pretence I claim the son-god
In the mids of witches I have no gut
Too many wrong in my heart beat
Living for the world I've no rich
why don't we stay in heaven and serve God?
where we have no excuse to avoid wrong
Living on earth a high taste
Many of us are two faced.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Too many cases i’ve not settled,the heavenly race like a lost battle. Full of contemplation.