People censors them,
Most of them yields; few never gives up
People hates them,
Most of them worries; few never cares
People calls them useless
Most of them ceases; few continues to dream
At last most of them takes the ordinary lane like others
But few persists, struggles and one day becomes the ones
Whom they wanted to become? ...
Who are these few?
They are the people who change the world with their dreams...
Whom people call as 'The day dreamers.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem