Face the World
Can the Sun stop shining anytime or anywhere ?
Clouds obscure him sometimes and disappear,
The Sun can't leave his home,
He has to shine forth constantly,
Has to dance at the feet of eternity.
Clouds can't withstand the heat and are scattered,
The Sun is not to close his eyes ever,
And to never mind filth,décor,thorns or buds,
Perverse or pious,holy or heinous whoever they may be.
He enters everything and everywhere,
And in every mind high or low,
He penetrates hard his light into the heart of sky,
Clouds perish to quench thirst of everyone,
They give birth to pretty rainbows in the sky,
They come down to excite the fragrance of soil,
And touch elegant beauties and spread splendor in all.
The Earth,heavy with her breasts, caresses all,
She has to feed all,she can't refuse ever.
Trees, plants and animals,all sing the same songs,
Their minds know no intense thoughts,
They can't merge themselves into love,
Their hearts lack the hot passions,
Deep feelings and the hidden songs,
They can't deny or agree,
They can't plead and complain,
They endure pain and pleasure,hugs and stabs
Everything whatever hits them.
The Sun,the Moon, the Earth,plants and animals,
All these have no choice, no freedom, no will at all,
They are made this way.
Man stands tall above them all,
He is not made this way,
He sits idle relishing leisure or toils endlessly,
Thinks so high or just runs wild,insane and indolent,
Wanders in streets as vagabond,
Or has grand mansions to stay.
He has always a choice before him,
To keep moving or just stand still,
To accept his fate or to rebel against,
He wields free will, badly hates or madly loves,
Spurns arrogantly or calmly comes closer.
He can't suffer too long or can endure too much,
When he gathers much,can't bear to lose it,
Can't see his decline, cries to find him in the dust,
Can't tolerate losing his power to hold on,
Can't see the abyss,the bottom looks too scary,
Suffering withers him,sorrow drowns him.
He is not made to not feel abuses or arrows of misery,
The pain of losing shine,the anguish in his heart,
Wishes dried up, cheers snatched away,
He can't afford to be mute,he can revolt and rebel against,
The cruel destiny before him,the worst face of his existence.
He is not made to witness in silence any extreme,
Aware that he has always a choice,
His mind provokes him when pushed hard,
His heart wails when stormed in the face,
His soul clamors to find peace ,
To live or to die,
To fight fierce or to yield never to rise again,
To come back or to stay no more.
He sometimes gives up,
And becomes still and silent,
Or wakes up to cause wonders,
And defeat death by living hard,
He is made this way.
Man is so blessed and is made to conquer,
So make the right choice,
Far ahead and so wonderful,
Can keep the dark forces away,
How venomous the world becomes,
He must tame it by his winning smile,
Babbling heart and rocky mind.
His loved ones want to see him this way,
Must make his journey last at any cost,
With all mature experiences of losses and wins,
Storms and gentle breezes.