No one here I see
To break the clods
Of the path you walk or take
But they all closely watch
Where you put your footsteps
No one will write a single line
Even if you go for oblivion
But they all read very closely
Every world of the book
You compose for your life
Sweet or sour
Whatever fruits of your deeds you bear
And hang upon the boughs of your sweet name
No one will carry for you
You have to taste all those alone
alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone
I fully agree with Heather Wilkins. The poet has poured his feelings in these lines.
people are always ready to spread gossip. but never ready to look for the good in man. a good read
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you are not alone good and air is always with youuuuuuuuuuuu! ! ! ! ! ! ! !