Cut and chop and see and saw
Onwards and onwards doth life move
Nary a breath, nor a kind law
Gives a break in our everyday groove
So bit by bit your destiny - carry on to draw
Till exhausted, there is nothing to prove.
Tessi Mathew
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice one. Short and meaningful ink. Keep inking.