We are going up to the sky,
There is no limit to the try,
Confidence is the only tie,
Holing the will and love as a pie.
We are going up to the sky,
Counting the grains of tiny rye,
Clouds are removed from the eye,
Victory follows to the determined sly.
well defined the heading clever people/Victory follows to the determined sly. dishonesty and tricks becomes the ladder to climb people know this yet they think its a secret a conspiracy against humanity... lovely poem veeraiyah subbulakshmi thanks for such a lovely poem
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice rhyming poem showing how some people succeed by sly activities. They think there is no one above them. Thank you for the nice poem.