I Believe, I Promise To Believe

I believe, I promise to believe,
although I haven’t experienced it,
that some monk could be frank
and live as he sworn to do it,
that people’s both kisses and
smiles are not always treacherous,
that sometimes they forgive
neighbors’ small errors,
that the time cures sufferings,
that the world is created for happiness,
that virtue is not a mere word and
the life is rather more than only some dream!
However, every instant the cold experience
contradicts the warm belief and
as before my distressing mind
has not reached its desirable goal,
also my full of regrets heart
keeps a deep imprint of the dead but holy visions
and the shade of the senses which do not exist anymore;
my heart wouldn’t be frightened by anything,
if something is like poison for others,
its hurting fire is like the healing balm for my heart.