Turning away, not wishing to see endless roads of life,
knowing only that the curves will take me into areas
that I will not like and possibly never survive.
Yet, wandering listlessly, changing my mind every step
of the way, hoping to allay the miseries that may befall
in the future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not wishing to see the endless roads of life but knowingly or unknowingly still we stich on same way. Wonderful poem shared really.