On my sojourn to Immortal Fame
O'er and 'low new and worn faces
As it was told of the two way places
No one knew my name
No one hailed my name
The sound is yet lame
So little I could claim
But I bore the flame
Still its a shame
Across this age and race
With my grace and pace
No one know my name
I am in no way a maim
And so its sad I'm yet to meet my one aim
So I'm going to be very un-tame
When so last came my very own fame
I'd be the centre of the game
Monopolising the spotlight
And absorb all there is of limelight
And I'd never be the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem