I wander on a silent night
Through the memories and through my thoughts
I wander on a lonely path
Burdened with the thoughts of the past
Burdened with the coming lights of the hereafter
I wonder how will I pass through these clouds
I wonder how will i make it to the summit
The path seems uncertain
The strenghth seems diminished
The mind seems tired
And the heart seems sadened
Yet I plan to walk
On the way I see a few birds fly through the blizzard
On the way I see a few ants walk on a rock filled path
On the way I see a injured butterfly make all efforts to fly
I asked myself if they can then why not me
If they could so can I
As I pushed myself and reached the spot
The sun shine greeted me with a beautiful sight
The view was worth a hundred such walks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem