Reading a few old poems of mine
I realise
How much you love me,
And you all tried to keep me
In another world
Where creative mind can find more sublimity.
All of you who read that poems
And praised me, saying the sweetest words,
Often in written form too,
And, when today
In the mornig I read them again,
I feel, they are nothing but prattling
They are merely decorated words,
A few lines with hollow and fruitless sound.
But I realise now,
You all love me dearly,
And enticed me to engage
In a fictitious world
Where I alredy set up my paradise!
In the world of fantasy One day I'll make it happen for real Because I know birth of real Way backs to conception in fantasy. Maybe at this moment I'm unsuccessful I foresee my journey meaningful Over hurdles that stops me from being meaningful For I know there is a world beyond fantasy, making me successful. Refreshing old memories and gaining strength and lesson is a wide man's choice. Beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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