Journey that has no end
Miles and miles, I have to walk
My destination, a speck I see in the distance
The road sign, yet still point to each other
Once upon a time
The story began
The story of a thousand nights
Seems never to have an end
This prince set out
With a pointy, curly hair
A fine armour and lovely studded lips
In his white horse, He did set out
On a garland, a summer day
The golden ray lit up his armour
Courage written all over
But cowardice or rather shyness he wore
As he rode with grace
He came across a rose
A rose full of red
A rose you could die for
He saw such beauty
He smelled such fragrance
But all she could see
Was light from his armour
Tied by the cord of love
She sought to see
But he turned and flew
To the nearby wood he sought shelter
He cursed and moaned
In pain and anguish
Of how folly he acted
He blamed himself all through the night
He prayed and cried
To behold her once again
But fate was harsh this time
And his hate for himself grew deeper
He made the path
He saw her on before
His daily route
For two full moons and a half
One beautiful morning
When he was weary from his search
He decided to retire
So he turned to leave
So he saw her
His heartbeat came to a halt
The birds chirped melodiously
His emotions now a turmoil
The once gentleman
Felt light headed
Couldn't think straight
Nor could he utter a word
He moped till she passed
But saw nothing
But her sweet smelling fragrance
He cried till he could cry no more
He looked dead for days
Till he saw her once more
But this time in a huge banner
Hand in hand with her bridegroom
This story, my story
Of a journey that has no end
I now tell my children
So that they will ignore this route
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem