There is a thin and fine line,
Between this and that...
Which is not finitely defined.
And easily snapped!
To pop, crack and become detached.
When one's patience has stretched,
To leave emotions stressed unrelenting...
Regrets publicly expressed,
Can damage some relationships...
With an ending them not to mend,
Ever again.
Abandon those juggled balls.
Drop them to let them fall,
Where they may.
Abandon those juggled balls.
Step forward with nothing to say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As expected, Lawrence Sir, You have penned down this poem, but juggling is the great act and we have to be well focused not to lose a ball, an idea, a vision and the determination. Good and you are great in your balanced, but stubborn thoughts! 10 marks.