For an equilibrium,
Three forces are needed,
For equilibrium of my heart,
The first force is truth,
And the second is evil,
And the third force?
I don't know.
My heart is hungry,
My heart is thirsty,
My heart is dirty,
My heart is a slave,
Of desires and emotions,
And my soul!
I don't know.
I tried to clean,
I tried to sweep,
I removed the dust,
I removed the rust,
Why so sticky?
The layer of frust!
I don't know.
Sometimes I am good,
Sometimes I am bad,
Why it's so?
Someone from inside,
Replied me dear!
The third hidden force,
Is nothing but moderation!
Extremism is a sin,
Be moderate,
Moderation is essence,
Of ethics at the vertex
Wash it with tears,
And remove the frust,
Live carefree.
Who replied me?
Was it truth in me?
Or the evil in me,
Was it my soul?
I don't know.
Akhtar Jawad
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-don-t-know-118/
