My letters are not mine
And yet I write
And I read
The writing of the wall.
And yet I live
And live to write off
All livings.
And yet I think
About the think-tank
What they are doing.
They said they are there
To take the future
Humanity on the path,
Path of progress.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The best we can do is leave a trail of positivity for this world to follow and think. All the writings is the essence of lessons learned. Beautiful thought. My compliment.