Hundred forms of solutions are
feets away, across the street
with an invisible barrier around them
but even this protection, won't persuade me to quit.
Perhaps i lack endeavor,
perhaps this barrier doesn't even exist
not certain anymore,
but still willing to persist
to keep on in this crusade
and find where the truth lies
maybe not today, nor tomorrow
but never let go until i die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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