Very little space for errors in life today
Call it intolerance towards mistakes
Not by me, but by universe and nature
Smallest error is punished then and there.
I know the code that works here.
The notion of seven deadly sins are against me.
Gluttony, Pride, Lust, Envy, Sloth, Anger, Greed
Any one arise and I am done with.
The evils look like a seven headed serpent
Always ready to strike me down anytime
And arise the sense of ego in me;
The sense of person who has needs within me.
I am not ready to surrender to the serpent.
I have my spirits to guide me through.
The war between the serpent and spirits
Is as old as life itself. I am only participating.
I know this war between spirits and serpent.
Have been caught in crossfire all my life.
I am now taking side of the spirits today
Done with serpent sympathy for long now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem