II never ends
And sends
Fresh demands
And tends
It is desire
That sets fire
From within
To clean
The goal is still undefined
But imagined
With long vision
Sans confusion
Life shall show
And grow
With time
And miss sometimes
Yet, it is called crusade
And not trade
Person achieves
And reaches at the top
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
II never ends And sends ..................Fresh demands And tends