For an equilibrium, <br />Three forces are needed, <br />For equilibrium of my heart, <br />The first force is truth, <br />And the second is evil, <br />And the third force? <br />I don't know. <br /> <br /> <br />My heart is hungry, <br />My heart is thirsty, <br />My heart is dirty, <br />My heart is a slave, <br />Of desires and emotions, <br />And my soul! <br />I don't know. <br /> <br />I tried to clean, <br />I tried to sweep, <br />I removed the dust, <br />I removed the rust, <br />Why so sticky? <br />The layer of frust! <br />I don't know. <br /> <br />Sometimes I am good, <br />Sometimes I am bad, <br />Why it's so? <br />Someone from inside, <br />Replied me dear! <br />The third hidden force, <br />Is nothing but moderation! <br /> <br />Extremism is a sin, <br />Be moderate, <br />Moderation is essence, <br />Of ethics at the vertex <br />Wash it with tears, <br />And remove the frust, <br />Live carefree. <br /> <br />Who replied me? <br />Was it truth in me? <br />Or the evil in me, <br />Was it my soul? <br />I don't know.<br /><br />Akhtar Jawad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-don-t-know-118/
