How many people knows it? When it is there with them. How many wants to wait? When there is a huge problem. How many stops to be repressive. When the fears grips. But becomes impressive. After the sweats drips. How many are apprehensive. When they try to get it. Patience is the essence. In it's total absence. You wait in the atmosphere. Then you are there. You are there to stretch your hands to the top. To say finally i'm untop. High over there where nobody will stop. Cause it's been patience. The full essence. So how many wants to wait? When there is a huge problem.
Sure..patience pays! ...only ripe fruits are tasty...the seeds of patience only has the capacity to ripe...nice one u wrote
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I would like to translate this poem
appreciating poem on patience! nice one u wrote