As a habit
I walk towards me
At the times
No one can see me-
On the places
Those are not visited by others
I use to meet me
I use to greet me
I converse with me
While no language
Can forbid me
I improve me
While no standards
Can empower me
I sight at me
Only with my insight
I recognize me
With my own right
I know for sure
From me,
While I soar
I will come out of me
I will inhale glee
Then I will be found out
Forever I will stand out!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The most profound of portraits is that which you paint with all the hues of you! Ever changing the shadows by casted light, indeed the beauty live-action the beholder. Your poetry is deliciously designed. Well done! PEACE