The gift of poetry
the richness of my heart
a vision of inspiration
given by my parents
before they depart
when I compare myself to Samson
to have the same accolade of thought
to withdraw from the fire of temptation
I shift my focus so as not to be caught

whatever sacrifice it takes
through the dark tunnel of the mind
in pursuit of immortality
fearless of every challenge to which I bind
like Gandhi begging for non-violence
before the queen
each day I await the fragrance of the flower
to bring life to my dream

with the weapon of the pen
I know how it feels to walk
in Shakespear s feet
for the words of wisdom
I build my castle upon
no arny can defeat
here upon earth I will bring
down the stars
to accomplish the goal
I surrender my faith
to earn whatever life has to unfold

the arrow of patience
I will remove the mountain
to touch the sky
the souls of my ancestors
like lamps of the candlefly
the children of tomorrow
will be awaken
by the oneness of light
when they come to realize
this world is a battlefield
they have a duty to fight.