When our thinking processed to matured one,
we have that desire in our mindset,
the beguiling hopes and dreams intent set,
with wish our fate to be nice paragon,
on every minute, hour, daily onset.
We adhere to that thought most of the time,
likely with extra mile in a distance,
for that hopes and dreams, us be in ambiance,
someway that matters life to be sublime,
our status be wondrous in accordance.
At any rate, hopes and dreams, just an urge,
for us, as pilot of our life, needly,
to pursue dreams to be in reality,
a must be to sky of success we emerge,
at least to state of mediocrity.
©️ Ency Bearis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem