Take away my money,
But leave my happiness.
Take away my house,
But leave my survival instincts.
Take away my property,
But leave my family.
Take away my books
But leave my knowledge.
Take away my job,
But leave my peace of mind.
Take away my eyes,
But leave the vision for my future.
Take away my ears,
But let me hear what my heart says.
Take away my hands,
But leave my art for me.
Take away my past,
But let the future be mine.
Take away my support system,
But leave my zest for life.
Take away my all,
But you know what,
This girl will never give up
And fall.
(December 05,2005)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Preeti has been one of those members who had caught on with my poems and had started commenting on them without hesitations. This should encourage me to only praise her poems.... but NO! This piece is indeed so beautifully framed, like the words have been actually plucked from a beautiful mind. This appreciation is not for-sake, but it definitely is praiseworthy. Keep writing beautifully....10 of course!