Flying at birth was my blessing and curse
My take offs were bad and my landings much worse
Then around the age of ten
I still crashed now and then
Then as a teen I thought of a scheme
And used the power to check out the scene
If you know what I mean
As I grew older I learned how to hover
My flights got much bolder
Now in my latter years I do just fine
My dream of flying
Is fresh in my mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hope ur dream will come true.nice poem posted10 surya