when days are bitter,nigths are dark,
I sit in a corner pondering ,
nor do i tell you, nor to myself i tell,
what lies beneath these eyes.
when a gaze of the event comes,
heart shudders,mind stops,
life comes to standstill.
Then i think,is this my turning point?
is this why i ve gained knowledge?
is this why i want to realize my goal?
all dreams turn to fake,
all of a sudden i feel weak in my mind,
my reason,my logic shaken!
my belief and stability broken!
Dream of uniting people ,
becomes a dream of uniting myself.
Dream of raising people,
becomes a dream of lifting myself.
I sit blankly looking at the dark side,
shaken! hurt! disoriented!
Then i hear a voice,
voice so calming,so stern,
erases my disbeliefs,revives
my strength,freshens my mind.
Those words like soothing drops of phoenix,
once fallen completely cures the wound,
blessed is the voice,blessed is the soul,
created only for me,
to lift me from dark side.
Today i sit in open,begin my work,
then think,
how to thank ,
how to fulfill their expectations,
how to bring everlasting curve on the
lovely face...