Am not perfect
We are mortal and little do we expect
Mortal yet we have nothing to reflect
Life offers only one way
The gate of exit but not to astray
Tho on a very hard high way
Maybe we can count on the sky
A place to store our joy
Wish we can forfeit the known lie
At times the feeling of hopelessness
At times tears brightened eyes over flowed
From pain remembered never hope renewed
Who are we?
Mortal with parallel life
Hopelessness resentment anger bitterness despair are woven into our DNA
Yet they constitute not our dominant theme.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very emotional and nicely written poem, Gbeti. Thank you