I prefer daydreaming maybe… but,
I have written so many examinations
In which I have failed a number of times
Inside of me I felt I had passed… But,
In front of the result sheets are flying Fs
Infact I've got copies of such experiences.
In me there is more to my yesterdays
Irrespective of what tomorrow do brings
I imitate not for creativity is my ability… But,
In situations I expected failures
I had good grades of excellence
I am not a definition of past results
In it is but a paradox of my abilities.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem