Ever since I have known myself,
I have never accepted the truth,
Trails to destiny that I have followed,
There was no way to locate my image.
I cannot remember what I am turning to
In search of my identity where can I go,
I am born to be a warrior who can always try,
Is it the truth or it's just a choice left here?
The days that were dreamt about here,
Have vanished towards path of tranquillity,
No trace can be made about why all these events,
Just a conscious understanding can be made.
I had heard there are souls they travel,
Free in a universe occupying tiny little space,
Yet they are so powerful because you cannot see,
They flow near you in the ether but you don't care.
Today I tell you that you can ignore all,
But when I meet you in the flow I will ask,
The unfathomable desire we had carried,
Can we fulfil it with a little knowledge and a shallow heart?
And ignore most powerful of all our existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem