I have cried
Tears of agony cascaded
From my torn soles, blood gushed
Several seasons I limped
All on this path
The path I was told leads to greatness.
On many nights
Hungry and thirsty gone I
Slept in lairs
Battered by the wilds
With rags on my back
I survived storms
All on this path
The path I was told leads to greatness.
Many a year, on this path, I have been
Renewing hopes as sun rises
Getting disappointed as night falls
But been told, this path, leads to greatness
I persisted hoping the greatness on the path I would see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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