With illusion
It is my precious journey
And continuous odyssey
Flooded with illusion
And imagination
Then how I make it real?
I feel
And always think
How to make it memorable with ink?
I daily observed sun
And decided to run
In the direction it rose
I silently posed question
I made it possible
With my struggle
I decided to put in hard work
And promised words
It was felt
And smelt
With sweet
Rewards to feel fit
So it is my being
To bring
Real happiness
With mind at peace
So it is my being To bring Real happiness With mind at peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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