A pen and a bowl of ink,
Through my hand, my heart drops a hint.
The voice in my silence is about to speak,
In a language of “sadness,” in case you decide to take a seat.

There lived a man who was disciplined in all his ways,
Very cautious and sensitive to every small detail.
He was in control of his person and was difficult to lead astray,
But nature had a test for him, let’s see if he would fail.

We all know that the negative force of nature doesn’t barge in one day.
Slowly and gradually, it painted the “reason” for him to fall prey,
With artistic strokes, illustrating the bright side of the future.
He became blinded by the “reason” and lost his cloth to the seduction of nature.

Still quite conscious of himself, but more lost in the reward to come,
He only protected the “reason” of nature, but lost the bits of his reason at first.
It took a bit of tears from his reason for him to regain consciousness,
But his reason had long been shattered, only to be found in either of “might” or “never.”

                                                                                    mide