When I'm tired of walking,
Sometimes running,
Sweating,
Breathless,
Almost exhausted,
In a hot sunny day.
I take some rest,
By the side of the road,
Under a shady tree.
Bowing my head down,
I take in some breath.
When I rise my head again,
I look at the road
Ahead of me,
I know the journey
Could still be long,
As I don't know where
My destination is?
In this uncertain
Journey of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Vasu, I have read your 'Destination', it was fantastic. Thank you, kmoorthy.