Reflection
the night keeps changing
along with our age that keeps running
to the end point that is dead
humankind embraced his own pride
maintaining his pride
so many of the self plunged into the dark
many self that must die before dying
many self that lives without purpose
so many die leaving empty paper
many died no one remembers
sometimes the child himself forgets that he ever existed
do not let those nights keep changing
with no meaning
ukirlah goodness, chant prayers
think about yourself forever
to make your life more meaningful
by: zulkarnen @zulacut
23 May 2018
A reflection to the self, that the world continues to spin so time passes, this poem offerings on day 78 in 100 days of poetry, thanks @d-pend and friends in steemitschool always successful greetings.
Regards
@zulacut
I guess a lot of it is lost in the translation but I nonetheless grasped the beautiful message. Life is but a fleeting moment and one has to do something with it.
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