for the things that you love
there is always time
nothing hinders love, there is
no obstruction
when papers pile themselves on
the table
when queries come here and there
when there are no more answers
when money is nil when opportunities
fall short of knocking hands
when everything takes the shape of
a fists when harsh words come like
vendors on the market streets
you feel like nothing destroys you
and you take no refuge in food or
friends and safe nooks and
secret gardens,
you do what i am doing
write and keep writing
journey into the storms of the mind
and feel confident
the mind is no sinking boat
and even with all the storms
the lighthouse of the self
keeps the flames and there you are
again: always a survivor...
fit and strong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem