The Path
Rough and tough
Twist and dwindle
Many bends, many thorns
Full of very many ups and downs
Many trees and twigs to cut down through
And countless hurdles to jump across
Full of risks and thorny tasks
Much confusion lay with obstructions
As for help, no one to ask
The farther you go
The tougher it becomes
The Path
Only attempted by the brave
Hardworking and determined minds
That never gives up even when it winds
As it goes on
It becomes thinner
The beginning is dense
And it seems endless
Full of boils and toils
So also full of surprises and rewards
Many gave up along the path
Very little moved on all the same
Faced by the grip of fear
And the possibility of failure
Yet no retreating and no surrendering
On and on, march along
Break the thorns, cut the twigs
Fall many times only to rise again
And there it is, success attained.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem