I chased it hard;
Couldn't catch it man.
The harder I tried,
The faster it ran
Away from me
As a bird just been set free.
I tried shorcuts;
It eluded more
I looked skywards
It showed me floor.
I changed my garb
And changed my style.
To deceive it for once
A little while.
It spat on my face
Lending disgrace
Be urself, it finally said
Don't change the course
Work hard instead...
It seemed like my shadow itself
Running ahead of me evrytime.
With sun on my back
Seemed I was behind time.
I stared in sun
And walked towards light
Now it fell behind me
Chasing me tight.
The choice is ours
To be self or not to be
Follow it or make it follow
And let urself be free.
Success is never an accident. To reach the pinnacle in any field of endeavour you must have the ability to visualise, touch, taste, hear and smell your own success.
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I would like to translate this poem
Yeah! By choice or chance. Fatalist gives in to chance Confident grabs choice dr. sakti Ten