The sky is always open to us
Open with all its bluishness
Like a game of chess
Where sadness & happiness we equally face.
Even if the sky is dark
We shouldn't lose our hope
Knowing that danger would always lurk
May be it's just a small little jerk,
in our life
May be the next time, you're the one
Who has now become a winner
But, always find the only path
you like among the different skies
Where you can walk & earn respect!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks!