when you are up
the only possibility is you have to go down
there is no choice really
except to learn this up and down thing
enjoy the fall
enjoy the rise just the same
until such time that you get so familiarized with the
routine
or cycle as it must properly be termed
that what you feel is only the valley
the plateau
that is
when the mountains and hills are no more
when everything is plain
and no longer fancy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem