“Glory to her self “is a young girl
Wants to swing wind in favor in turn
Sky high dreams to be realized
Whole of the efforts to be canalized
Real unpolished black diamond
If not to be proved as first then certainly as second
Such a dedicated workoholic person
She has every right too go ahead with reasons
There is no end to ambition
Human beings thrive on some ignition
The desire burn from within
A cause so dear and likely to be a win
If she had a wings
She could go up and sing
Songs of freedom and tyranny
Not designed for natives by almighty
Country still needed struggle
Well knit efforts to come out of trouble
Not all means available to come across success
Limited sources to excel with almost no access
Glory has no cause to worry
Time is on her side to cut no sorry
Day may come when she will be on top
A journey to be called success with no stop
I am no where in this struggle
Yet feel pulse of lion’s roar in jungle
There has to be no adversary
Single soul to rule and that is necessary
Hats off to you “O dear friend”
Life is journey with no end
We may not be able to stand with you
But our hearts bleed and pass through
You may have one day what you desired
That may come long way and stand admired
I really appreciate the effort you put
The doors of success will never be shut
“Glory to her self “is a young girl Wants to swing wind in favor in turn
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I would like to translate this poem
Shannon Stark12 minutes ago It's okay It was alright Roy Davenport9 minutes ago It felt as if you were forcing some of the rhymes. Comment +1 It's okay