My fingertips have magical powers
can bring about ataraxia.
But my nebulochaotic mind
invites unwanted acrasia.
In stead of enkindling inspiration
I behave pedantic sometimes
without any provocation.
O' my Lord of lords
I pray to thee to ennoble me
to not find hundred mistakes
of my neighbours but
to mend one fault of my own.
That is really being humble and good! Well said, my friend and respected Poet.
As always, a poem so thoughtful and insightful. Point a finger at self before blaming others.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem with a nice message. One should find faults with himself before pointing fingers at others. Nice one.