Overconficence is self inflecting
very much like walking on a fire
every move one does is perfect
resulting to becoming insensitive
closing oneself from all criticisms
overreacts to petty inconvenience
never to lend an ear for reasons
fails to think constructively sound
in order to see the risks that come
demeaning the prudent mind of man
endangering the value of existence
nothwithstanding the protocol of life
come a time when hope diminishes
even then there be no room for regret.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem