Believe me is risky,
The way to accomplish a mission is never easy,
But these pains to me are lolliey and feezy.
I lost friends from writing
At west some are all winning
But still here puzzled by the same thing,
It's never easy and though not quicky
But I know for sure it's my destiny,
My remedy.
I can't leave poetry alone
It's my addiction, my pride.
My pen needs me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem