The baby in tears…
The rhymes and poems learnt
The counting cups in the bags it fill, the noise as it dangles
The thought undeveloped
The norm of life
Chase to the tops…
Brightened is the head
Attractive just as the magnet
Counted among them was the goal
Facing the papers grown
Competition it is, they said
Places were visited
Films were seen
Conversations were made
The thought born
It has been instilled in the mind
Determination the foundation
Passion the emotion
Once was the test to the lucky ones
Twice was the test to the determined mind
Thrice was the test, the passion unfeign
Disappointed were some
Effort wasted was on the lips of many
The fate sealed, the wrong direction…
The vision blunted
Dreams and hopes brought to hold…
The complaints of many
Champaign popped, wine glasses touches the mouth
Suddenly the story was turn around
The path made straight
Dreams and hopes came alive
Indeed the handwork of the supreme
The countless sleepless nights…
The midnight candles burnt
Hurdles were jumped
Steps were climbed
To the top, aimed
To the finish line we will…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem