How can I walk on my broken legs
How can I speed up my journey
to match the time.
So I stepped into storm and cyclone
To gain speed to cross the limit
of my frontier.
Everything around me was only storm.
The speed took me
ups and down
right and left.
The speed supported me
to win the time
to meet you my dad
Believe me
Dear dad
I met you there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
life, good or bad, ultimately takes us to Him..entering storms, we may reach there early but we may be swayed away also, from HIm most often...the mind, in the poem here, finds out the Truth in the hardest way of sufferings...good write, Ershad 10