Everyone has this secret confession
At times, suffers inadequency and Depression
Feeling of lowliness and having not enough
Sometimes your ask is ‘material possessions'
At sea most of time, floating in critism
Touching the lows of blue and dejection
Things go bad n loose track
Its Life, has Downturns and Recessions
Stop feelling wretched and hapless
Life's beautiful, your cursing is transgression
"Adopt the pace of nature, its patience"
Times always in flux, So, misery stays? Out of Question.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so true and I think (for me) the secret is loving ourselves so that it doesn't matter what others think of us. If we follow our heart and gut feelings we will be the kind of person WE love, and it doesn't matter if other's do. I hope this makes sense to you. Great poem, Samima! Hugs, Marilyn