It is very tough,
being famous.
It takes away you,
from you.
It earns you laurels,
at a very high price.
You are surrounded by,
the mob,
always,
But inside you,
there is endless,
griefs and solitude.
Being famous is,
tough,
in deed.
Your poem "People of Spring".. I found it quite interesting. " Search for a soul like a spring season".. loved it..
A poignant rendition set aside for sober reflection. Focused and factual. Thanks for sharing.
One who reaches the top is always alone just like being famous is tough. Nice poetic expression bringing forth a reality. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Being famous..indeed an interesting write. " Being famous is, / tough, /in deed." Nice. The play on words is enjoyed. When expected you to write ‘indeed' you astounded me using ‘in deed'. Lovely