Even though I know
There is a lot who hate me
For no solid reason
I also know that I’ll be missed by them
In the coming seasons
When I am gone
And when I am gone
It will be for good.
There is a lot who shake the ladder
In a bid to make me fall as I climb
They unscrew the scaffolding
On which I stand
To give a facelift to my building
They do not want me to be
Better than I have ever been
Foes want my effort to be fruitless
“Nobody I am today,
Somebody I will be the next day”
This,
They never want me to say
Though their “whys” are hidden
I know it is for no solid reason
Why they hate me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem