i gave up
after many trials,
to keep the waves
that went back
on its path.
i gave up being
between the two shores
of good and bad,
and the river inbetween.
i gave up,
sucumbing to life pressures,
in understanding and compromising
for the best of others.
my dream i gave up,
so you could have yours,
of your own,
that could make you happy.
i gave myself
in full surrender,
you can call it love
or sacrifice
i gave you all i had,
if you understand,
this painful existence
it might mean
salvation for me.
but if you want
salvation, for yourself
beware of giving up like me.!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, ritty, it is not easy to give up; a part of you with which you become used to, sort of habitual. A good thought, nicely penned.