M-ake your presence felt,
A-iming for huge success;
N-ever clip your wings
I-n the nook of hopelessness.
L-et the wings spread and fly,
Y-earning to soar above the cloud;
N-ew tomorrow is waiting to make the whole world proud.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
May the wings spread and soar high with hopes and happiness. Thank you Bernard for all your beautiful and positive poems.....stay blessed.....10