Poem: Arrows of Life
Traveling until it struck its target
Getting the lives of thousands
Causing the cry of billions
Makes blood flow…
Traveling out of the sight
From Cupid’s bow,
Getting the sadness out of the heart
And quest for the right one stop.
Traveling up and high
Trying to pass the densest clouds
Until it stop, until it broke up,
Falling faster directly to the ground.
Traveling slowly and gently
Destroying the mirror of selfishness
Until the golden light freed
Nourishing the soul with holiness
Traveling continuously searching for the right path
Until it becomes tired.
Finding the peacefulness and satisfaction it wants
Now it stops permanently, it rests forever!