What's tolerance
To the ant
Who lives on the slope?
Between the down and up
Between the up and down
What's hope
If there's no fear
If she just goes
If she can't stop
But does she know
She may not reach
Either of each?
But can she know
The base from the top?
And what's a fall
Much pain?
Why rise again?
Broken legs or heart?
If it be so hard
Why does she endeavor?
But will there be some help?
A hand
To reach her up
Or finish up
Because before herself
She may not dare to stop
Forever
Going between the down and up.
But what's an ant on a slope?
Why do I have to watch
Why help
A boring ant
When I'm bored
More bored
More boring
Am I just an ant on a slope?
No! Never
If ever I be an ant on the slope
I'll try just once
Or twice
And may be thrice
As much as I'm sure
My will
I will
I wish
To try
To hope
To reach
And quit at once forever
Before I find myself
A nervous desperate
Ant
On the slope
The Myth
Of cold tolerance
And vain hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nicely Crafted! Loved reading.