memories are not made, when you stand at the
same place where you fell,
where your heart broke,
where you spilled tears,
where you lost someone.
it is when you move from there and reach the destination called success
and turn back to see the place where you fell.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked reading this one.The first line and the second line are great.Nicely done!