Perched on the wings of faith
With sails set on the ocean of hope
Lost in the euphoria of celebrations
I pondered and wondered
Who am I
What do I want
What's my personality
Is the world a better place with me
Will it be better without me
Did the heavens blow forth their trumpets
Heralding my birth
Or did the angels quiver in anguish
Will the evil I do live after me
Or will my good deeds outlive me
Will I strive for the common good
Or will I dip into the commonwealth
All these I don't know
But what I do know is that
Your destiny is in your hands
Lost in the wilderness of my thoughts
I realised that all hope is not lost
All dreams will come true
And all shall be well...
existential question of a modern man is there with a twist from nothingness to hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good questions about life and the here after the last stanza positive thoughts.