an endless journey of life through the age of persistence
like a sailor in the ocean....being carried away by the storms
don't know when the shore appears, only a hope that strives him forward
he is always on his own.....not bounded by any influence
a manager of his own kind.....could sell snow to an eskimo....
the whole world grabs every opportunity to make his life topsy-turvy..
still he manages to rise up by simply adjusting his view...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem