I am still standing on my feet
Like the mountain
Withstanding the storms and snow
By taking them in the stride.
I am still walking on the streets
Full of thorns and stones,
Carving my way towards you
Despite all the plight.
I am still trying to change
The way I behaved with you
By setting myself straight
And replacing wrongs by right.
Perhaps I may not reach to you
And you might not come to me.
Just remember me for once
So that I die in heavenly rite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem