Thorns shook me to bleed
Winter harmattan failed to dry the flow
Endlessly I felt battered
Newer each day
The mountains to pull
Young is transforming
Save me; cry I aloud
Endure, said he to me
Violate I the rule?
Eleven hundred questions I asked
Nevertheless,
Thankful I remain
Endless joy will I practice
Evolved to revolve
Never will I go back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Asaolu, such an interesting write👍👍👍