I want to pass through all the zigzag way
As every passerby go
A zigzag way, where I may have to pay
As every passerby make some flaw.
My world of pen is not so easy
To draw every picture clean
But I try to make it fly
Make the barren land green.
The way you crossed may be I will also cross that too
Only one thing makes me pure
If love is that then there is no doubt
I am in love for sure.
The day you spent in dark I know
That day I was with you all
When the Sun rises him up
I saw your downfall.
I have been also hurt as you hurt
I can feel as I look back
Very often I make regret but pride,
That pulls me up to my track.
My day of pain may not have end
I will push them away
The people try to bring me down
I'll not let them say.
I am a traveler, I traveled very far
I have paid a huge pay
Still I have the spirit within heart
I am the hero of my own play.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem