Of all that can be said, what is it you do not already know?
Of all that could be given, what was it you did not already have?
Of all that was worth seeking for, what was it you sought above all?
We falter, we fall, we fail; we grow. Thank you sir! for making it so.
Of all that remains to be told, what is it, you deserve to know? !
A home coming at last; coming home to the self. knowing once again what one always knew.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely modern start. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
Thank you for tthe comment sir