Once I always said no
And punched the air
And resisted good advice
And couldn't figure anything out
Once I always said no
And suspected anyone of bad intentions
And had fits of anger about things that hadn't happened and would probably never happen
Once I always said no
Tap the kneebone for the negative reflex
Youth is contrariness
When do you grow out of this?
They don't ask expecting you wouldn't agree if asked
And you sit in your room waiting to be asked
Never developing the ability to recognize opportunity
Love and ambition seem harder now and rightly so
Back then they were behind walls of our own making
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Raj Dronamraju. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.