Midst of sunrise i see shaded
The shadow of a man i thought
I previewed and look good
Said that it was not to my future
He looked at my graduation
Which set my new future.
I don't know when to come
Then maybe more to come when i am weak
All of us dream of a better future
But sometimes we do not manage time
Otherwise it would God or we neglect
We cannot blame the weather.
(March 04,2011- Monday)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem