In my childhood,
the journey was a perilous one:
full of hardships, pains and tears.
In my adulthood,
the journey was a generous one:
full of wonders, hardships and pains.
In my manhood,
the journey was a gentle one:
full of smiles, wonders and hardships.
But in me, of years...
all was in wonderful passion
that happened from the beauty
of everything new.
Now, I ask why?
a thought provoking write.. from nebulous to definite and again there is this element of doubt lurking somewhere all along the way!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
it was horribleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee