I look around myself
Everybody's walking,
Busy with worlds of their own.
I See new faces, I see the old too
They too are walking,
Walking paths of Their own.
I see myself in the midst of all
I'm happy, sad, confused but
I stand tall
Cause I'm too walking,
A road of my own.
At the end I realized
We come alone, we go alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow a wondrful muse theme, so true! Excellent! Do read mine poems too.