Once I thought
To become a 'Wordsworth
I expressed my feelings
They said 'How dull they are'
Then I thought
To become a 'Einstein'
I did experiments
They said 'Useless'
I will then be a 'Nightingale'
I did my best for them
When they got well
They said 'What an unkind face'
I wept and wept
I thought to become a….'what'
They showed me the 'Heaven'
I chose the way
My mind is in slumber now
I am as still as a statue
They come in the darkness
And say 'How pretty you are..! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so true, so sad and what world want from the human! sad thought well expressed!