Who will write your story?
Will it be the neighbors that lie?
The friends on whom you can't rely
Or will you let faith just decide
Who will tell the world your tale?
With accuracy, eloquently
Unseasoned, without error
Nor layered with twisted lies
Why don't you jot your own lines?
Be the captain of your own life
Though they claim to know you well
Only you knows the truths of your mind
Write your own story my friend
Without tweaking the realities
Why toe their set lines
Succumbing to their fabricated lies
Not even the mirror can tell
The depth of your character
It only sees the polished surface
But you can reach your mind
Uncompromise your story
Write your own life lines
Without a pint of apology
Without tons of regret
You are not a rumour told
Nor the flaws counted
They can count your falls
Show them you can rise!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem