There are places I have to go
I don’t know the addresses yet
but the destination is distinct.
The ways are unguided
and shrouded in mysetry
and riddled with thorns
and plagues with deterrents
Ain’t that the fun?
Fighting the odds?
Becoming deserving?
Struggling for more?
Indeed it is
Which is why, it’s not the
next door I look at
but the greenery at end
and I will get there
So holds the hope
It will be sooner than later
It will be merrier than sadder
It will be better than ever before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem