That night
I was moving
Like a free-flowing river
And I got immense pleasure,
All of a sudden,
I found a dark sphere
In front of me,
I had to cross it
To reach my important goal,
As I entered the dark atmosphere,
I saw someone nearby,
Being nervous and excited, I asked,
"Who is there? "
But nobody answered,
Again I shouted,
"Who is there? "
Still nobody answered,
Then I slowly went there but saw none,
I understood it was my illusion,
Thereafter I confidently began to walk
And eventually reached my destination
With flying colours.
And the dark sphere Is my own construction Receeding my foot of courage But I'm destined to progression And no more captivated in illusion...... good hopeful poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reaching the destination. A glorious moment. Well written