Isn`t it great when you`re on the way?
Why on earth we should measure
The distance that we`ve traveled
The distance that`s yet to be traversed?
Isn`t the journey itself greater
Than the moment when the road ends
Or bends somewhere maybe unknown?
It`s cool if all the wayfarers share their joy
And sorrow and never feel mad in a quiver like arrows!
Alleluia! We are on the way and move inches or yards ahead.
Is our journey not even half-way decent?
We are more than just happy for we have
Made the move and not stayed in any in-between stage!
Who knows what tomorrows have for us in store?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem