Faded are the times I moaned
groaning for rejection and hunger
when the world intimidated me
for now am blessed of God.
The period sun never rose
looming darkness shading my visions
wondering aimlessly in dark valley
it's gone for dawn has come.
Past are the laughing stoke seasons
I have ego atleast
and my legacy is shaped
for an applause is there for my speech.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem