There is nothing like maintaining one's beliefs.
With a faith sustained,
To one day see them realized.
And there is something inside,
That validates a pride kept through spells of weeping.
Some may call this arrogance.
Ego with a touch of self centeredness.
Or the favorite one many use...
With nothing else to say,
They may refer to this as 'luck'.
But one who holds onto a belief,
Through critique, crawling on knees...
And character assassination.
With a sacrificing of a reputation...
It is not with 'luck' that success is achieved.
Endurance.
Patience.
And the tolerance of ignorance,
Are but just a few of those experiences...
One sacrifices to achieve what is received.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem