With both my eyes in the future
Some seed of “trees” I sowed
Hoping someday we shall enjoy
The taste of luscious fruits
But after years of hard labor,
of hopes and promises
My orchard now is in shambles,
at sixes and sevens
My trees of toil did not prosper
And fruits they did not bear
The basket of my dream’s
still empty and bare
The fruits of my promise
They simply never came
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem