The roads are divulging but treading towards the same destinations or converging to meet the ends. Walking for a while or so only to realise I had to take a path that’s lesser known. Turning my way with a sigh to say that here I go to find a way but what if the turning is in fact learning and discovering two pathways to one and the same place. Diversions are necessary for convergences when there is a belief that the ends shall and will meet if only beliefs survive the doubts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem