I don't need a hand to hold in despair,
And I don't need a rocking chair,
For I have learned to forsake the pain,
And let the blood be washed way by monsoon rain,
Now no one can stop,
Me from rising to the top,
For I have learned to rise from the fall,
And I have learned to break the damn wall,
And when the dust settles down and curtains fall
I'll be the only one, standing tall! !
Your right Nikunj... not your usual style.. But a good poem at that, always be the last one standing...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now this is the real thing! ! You're at your very best! and atleast its not a love poem...this one's raw! ! LOVE IT! !