The gift of poetry
the richness of my heart
a vision of inspiration
given by my parents
before they depart
I compare myself to Samson
I have the same accolade of thought
to withdraw from the fire of temptation
I shift my focus so as not to be caught
whatever sacrifice it takes
through the dark tunnel of the mind
in pursuit of immortality
fearless of any challenge
to which I am bind
like Gandhi begging for non-violence
before the queen
I await the fragrance
from the flower
to bring life to my dream
with the weapon of the pen
I know how it Feels to
walk in Shake Spear's feet
for the words of wisdom
I build my castle upon
no army can defeat
here upon earth, I will
bring down the stars
to accomplish the goal
I surrender my faith
to earn whatever
life has to unfold
the arrow of patience
I will remove the mountain
to touch the sky
for the soul of my ancestors
reside with them
like the lamps of the candle fly
the children of tomorrow
will be awaken
by the oneness of light
they will come to realize
this world is a battlefield
and they have a duty
to fight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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