In the face of imminent failure and motivated by absolute nothing I strive
Lonely steps amist a crouded path
Sharing your joy but absent in your pain they be
When no more bottom I can reach
and rising become the optionless choise
Drawing aspirations from the hopes of the downtrodden I rise
Dreaming to fulfil the dreams of others I Strive
As I pray to answer the prayers of others my zeal exceeds it maxim
In desiring to effect change my own pain I forget
Stubbornly dragging along the broken pieces of my inner being
by the even yet fragile outer self
I must pursue the said unreachable
Still motivated by the nothingness of the forgoten
My less than one baby steps I do take
on my way to exceed the unreachable heights
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very inspirational...this can only come from the heart of a true warrior!