She has waited for a direction!
But she was never given a map.
She was made to believe at the end of every tunnel there’s a light.
But she was never told whether the tunnel ends.
It took her a miles walking through the tunnel
But she never found the power of light
After all she accepted the blindness of light,
instead of pleasure of the treasure
The light IS the treasure....after you find the end of the tunnel. Cheers. Subroto
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I would like to translate this poem
She has waited for a direction! But she was never given a map. She was made to believe at the end of every tunnel there’s a light....it is in your hand and ur eyes and haeart must accept it.. beutiful write my dear sir...10 read mine misss i miss u...mary to marry and o lord