A lengthy path before me
I have to pass through
Where my destination awaits.
I see many things besides the way.
Some times I feel sympathy to them.
Always I am laughed at.
But I never get stopped
Though I am laughed at,
The road is straight,
The way is rough
And I have to reach where I should be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem