The bright lights of fame keep calling to me,
They want me to be the one they seek,
They tell me I am good but I do not believe,
They tell me I am strong but I know I am weak,
They flash just beyond the horizon over there,
And here I sit in the perpetual darkness,
In the anticipation of light.
This is so true for so many people who could really be something fantastic if only they could break their own mind-shackles. Well penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yeah beautifully penned! ! ! ! ! ! dont think of the light its always around u God has given u so much fame what more do u seek? instead thank him everyday and night marvellous poem telling about your inner fears. Sometimes u know, these fears are all imaginery, our own mind tricks us into believing all that is not true. Whatever your this poem deserves an A++ anjali