I have become a wandering ghost at campus
with a soul seeking mission at heart.
I move like the wind,
yet burn like fire within;
Gently, I pass through ears,
whispering words that will transform the mind.
I think of nothing all day,
but this mission
and he who have called me.
The trouble i face is huge,
sometimes i wish it'll reduce.
But the glory ahead is better,
and the reward i know is bigger.
A wandering ghost
for this mission I've become-
not one who is dead, so,
you might think;
But one who's alive and filled with life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, samson. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.