If i were to write a poem,
I wouldnt talk about my pain,
I wouldn write only of my gain.

If i were to sing a song,
I would sing loud and proud,
Never of my sins,
But the life within.

Life gives us everything,
We chose anything,
Yet complain of everything,
And achieve nothing.

pleasure, desire, lust
Are not the only things,
Kings, queens, tycoons,
Are not the only beings.

suffocation, self doubt unsatisfication,
Let all this pass,
Shame,rain, pain
Nothing plain should define us.

brothers, if we were to write poems,
We wouldnt talk about our pain,
We would write only of our gain.

Sisters, if we were to sing a song,
We would sing loud and proud,
Never of our sins,
But the stupendous  life within.