Mounting to wondrous heights,
I was preparing myself to take the flight;
But then it all rooted out in pain...
Leaving days of terror and fright.
They tried to weaken me with their twisted lies..
For those moments I can never forget...
So scared and alone I cried...
Then came "SHE".
My angle in disguise.
Who made me realize..
"A Rose Never fears; for it has its own thorns"
"So enthrall them with your victory
And showcase your valour "
Hence, ascending to wondrous heights;
I geared up to take off my flight..
Once again with new ebullient might.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hence, ascending to wondrous heights; I geared up to take off my flight.. Once again with new ebullient might. A poem of great determination and sense to achieve.... may your flight be blessed by God. tony