I walk a path which seems to be,
Obscured and blurred.
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I see a dream to which I am,
Obsessed and keen.
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I hold a heart which is,
Fragile and clean.
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I want her love where,
I am a dreamer and she is my dream.
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I believe in him, who is my,
Socrates as well as my king.
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I see their eyes, not as a vision,
But a mirror in disguise.
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I have a hope which is,
Despaired but not yet fallen.
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I see darkness as a period where,
Shadow and sincerity both are stolen.
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-A.Juneja
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem