I don't know where my feet are taking me,
are they moving on their own
Or just being pushed by an unknown force? Confused-
I plan to keep out, for the steep roads are growling at me
and the lower ones insite vertigo.
Clueless, helpless, I look at my worn out feet
and they look back, consoling-
'Leave it to me, you just hold your head high'
And so I walk ahead as told, bidding my fears goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem