Don't want to be pride..
don't want to fly high...
let me live in own way..
I fear happiness & gay.....
Have got nothing to lose
nothing to gain...
don't want the zing n zeal...
as i fear losing the same...
I'm living
alone in my lane...
don't make me merry...
as i fear the sadness rain...
The mirth may take me
to sky so high..
life may stride & look too bright..
but i fear falling down...
so let me be on the ground..
i hold so tight..
I don't want to be proud...
& lose the firm ground...
lemme forge slowly..
stable & sound...
as i fear stumbling upon cheer & crowd
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem