In an endless humps and narrow road
A myriad of dreams count and mold
Lofty but uncertain marks clasp and hold
Though refused the star and moon not applaud
The journey continue till grey and old
But baneful fate strike ahead
Abash and neglect agony beat in head
A nightmare that urge to fall and dread
Beneath a moonlit cried alone in bed
In this unfair world live like a dead
Perk-up the spirit and face the world
Till the sun awake and fortunate unfold
No one can bring down, affront and scold
The brightest day will boast and proud
A fragile loser standout in the crowd
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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