we are the author of our life.
It begins with God, ends with us.
who made all things, truly beautiful.
our choices, he prepared our palms
To self dictates stars, good or bad.
How strong the human mind, heart
Treacherous and dark as the nights.
A conscience, our perceptive powers
Radiance, whose hand influence stars,
Chooses wails or chooses the lights.
A self-awareness, conscience & will
Whose hands give Wisdoms & insight
To Human freedom, power to choose
Many miseries, that mingle with pains
Or many boons that mingle with joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem