Complications always arriving on doorsteps of
uncertainty, life not being what we have come
to believe growing up.
Sanctioning heart and soul of another is never
complete and cannot really be attained in the
moments of wonder and sadness.
Pathways are never entirely clear, having been
littered by turmoil and suffering others have
strewn across the way, leaving barriers across
visions of tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem