Like a baby
Who missed his mother
For her return consoles him
Like a little bird
That got lost in the morning
Hoped at last found it's nest
How blissful it is
How delightfully
For the need trees autum unveils the path
In the middle of hustle I stands
In the train of struggle again i'm sitting
For the flag of success I toke.
Beautiful poem on success celebration. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely piece of poetry ceremoniously rich in tone. Thanks for sharing, Simon.