The Waltz Song

Melody born from word is life.

I can hear the music of salvation

O the pleasure of lying under the sun,

I dedicate this poem to the poets

Best wishes to you, for a balanced and healthy life

Which may be the hardest thing to achieve in this world.

What a shame to feel constrained and frustrated

Crying out for help and yet forced to submit

Wondering, why life becomes only to die

Wandering, on foreign soil sowing seeds and sweat.

The path to freedom is allowed but mountainous

So I lay myself, another day called monotonous

Reminiscing the days gone by

In the days to come, I praise God only, fear God only

So I kneel in prayer every morn and night.

Waking up from bed and brushing my teeth,

Some days, such trivial lines fill the paper.

Some nights, carrying the burden of existence

My conscience losing sanity and faith.

A clueless poet, blessed with inspiration

My only wish is to see my innermost voice

Manifested in words that dance with joy.

My only mission is to be a witness of the word.

Melody born from word is life.

I can hear the music of salvation

O the pleasure of lying under the sun!

I dedicate this poem to the poets.