With thoughts in a mind
A pen in my hand,
And a notebook on my lap
I try to fill a little gap
Of my life with a smile
And take the first step of a mile
Of dreams I dream
Trying hard not to scream
When I feel so lost
But effort is all it cost
To weave it into reality
And to write liberality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem