Did I ever need strength- yesterday,
when horns too sharp nicked skin soft to the touch.
I found it- with mantra and more mantra.
Did I ever need strength- today,
when horns prodded and almost embedded.
I found it- with mantra and more mantra.
Tomorrow? Will I need strength then too?
Always, I fear, he lures me naked and downward.
I'll find it- with mantra and more mantra.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Recite on. A great poem about the constant struggle to overcome our weaknesses. Welcome to PH! Thanks for sharing
Thank you for the kind remarks! I look forward to reading....and sharing!