“You are really fool” mother always retorted
When will you pick up and be successful
I used to upset with her remarks
It was hampering my good start
She was right in her assertion
Young people of my age were happy in succession
I was little slow in growth competition
I was failing in any attempt for repetition
Yes, I was failing in their eyes
But I was right in my tries
I did not want any short cut
I wanted no doors to be shut
The progress was my aim
But no other way I claimed
I wanted it to be shaped
But each time I was slapped
I should be reminded
And always offended
With satires and remarks
“Look here, failure starts with this man “
it was ok Meko Gray7 minutes ago a little bit confusing and not solid enough
“You are really fool” mother always retorted When will you pick up and be successful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nicely written piece but so very sad to me. All should be built up not knocked down.