A sticking to a gloom in 'what ifs'...
To compensate for the speeding of time done.
Does nothing for one's lack of movement.
Especially if those have chosen...
Not to catch up and run,
In these times that have come.
Victims of stunned disbeliefs,
Awaiting in patience...
To swallow their pride and gain relief.
Should not count on that coming too soon.
These days of rapid change...
Has left little room,
For steps taken in a much quicker pace...
To be explained.
Some will stride with backs packed with sorrows.
With their eyes fixed on tomorrow.
And keeping their faith,
Stronger than ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I very well know that I should not put comments on this poem. But it touched my heart, Can't explain why.