Bright sunny skies
Turned to grey.
A promising future
Seems e'er to sway.
Curves and bends
And one-way streets.
Hopes dashed
As bitter gulps sweet.
The twists and turns
Of babbling brooks.
Dead-end roads.
Crannies and nooks.
What is life but a maze.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a moving poem indeed. great write, poet.