Every day I pass my life thinking,
I think of such a great reasoning,
and I ask myself on the way.
I cannot stop thinking at one answer
Is it life a fulfilment of power?
A flower that flourish,
Is it power that vanish,
I follow my heart as it beats,
that becomes flirt in my pillow.
A noisy traffic comes out,
as a locust I eat others,
although my mind cannot shout,
my hands can convince others.
I am a man in faith
I am a woman for strength.
Those women who never give up,
as spartans died in battle brought up
with their shields, and this is my destiny.
Is it love a way of power and if such why life cannot be a fulfilment of this power.