I know I won’t succeed, But I can say with confidence I will fail. I do not know the news of heaven or hell, Will have to wait to know. Truly I do startle, How do I meet the truth after death? I can’t sit still with my eyes closed, Matter of fact I am frightened and realistic. There is no security despite knowing who is who, So better be alone than being in the wrong crowd!
You can never express joy with a broad smile, The longing of the wounded heart is very painful, Lover never curse the loved one but longs for love, Over time twister and the cheater are cursed. Therefore don’t be hopeless or heartbroken, The wound of the heart will be healed by pure love.
Poetry is a very simple task, If you want to cultivate vegetables, You have to tighten your wrists. If you want to write poetry, You have to be realistic. Poetry is not word for word. Life has its own rhythm, Those who know this mysticism are poets. You can’t be a poet, poets are born to write poetry.
For the one heart cries and tears flow from my eyes, Is the one I gave my heart to, When the raindrops fall on the tin roof, The sound is frightening, The pouring sound echoes in my heart, I know that therefor I don’t need to worry, Although not everyone gets everything, Yet I pray that all desires are met.
Life is ever thirsty, Love is full of pain and heavenly pleasure, Lovers longs to have the lover in arms, But the necessity keeps them apart. Part-time job is not enough, Full time job is a golden egg, We need to work harder to make a living, Livelihood and life have become synonymous, And because of that a meaningful poem can be very annoying.