Trying to walk
the same way
to the same store
takes high-wire
balance:
each step
not exactly
as before
risks chasms
of flatness.
One stumble
alone and
nothing
happens.
Few are
the willing
and fewer
the champions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
if we traverse the same path again..it will have a monotonous hue...not at all the other road less traveled.....let life be new path..new cross roads....new faces and new stroll....Thanks For sharing.....