I started with a naught.. so has everyone...
I crawled.. walked.. jumped.. then ran..
Falling very often on every pothole.. at every curve..
And getting wounded on every fall...
I cried and cried.. until my tears dried..
Then I just let go... Stood on my feet..Started to walk again..
slowly.. I caught the pace I had lost..
The wounds healed themselves.. the cuts filled themselves.. and the potholes closed..
After a distance I was again at the cross-roads..
Now which way do I go...
Left had a sign that said... Life this way; Right said.. Heavens this way...
I thought a while... Recalling from the books..
heaven would show me the riches and the angels..
the ultimate wisdom and the Gods..
there won't be a pothole to fall.. or a cross-road to confuse..
I chose left..
for I loved humans more then the Gods..
for I enjoyed being stupid then being the know-all..
for I wanted this celebration to never stop...
the celebration that is life...
free yourself from the fear of making a mistake.. just do it..
I made a mistake..so what...
I will move on... I just don't fear being the naught..
That's what I started with.. I will rise and come back again..
Its one life... till I die... until then I will just walk.. walk and walk..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem