He walks carefully along the road of uncertainty, with love in his heart, but with a sadness in his soul that is not easily rationalised, justified or explained.
He treads slowly through the marsh of bewilderment, with dreams of grandeur in his heart, but with a reality in his soul that subdues, stifles and suppresses.
He picks his way along the stepping stones of confusion, with goodness in his heart, but with a wickedness in his soul that can overpower, eclipse and dishearten.
He steps thoughtfully along the path to enlightenment, a Genius in his heart, but his soul curtails such thoughts with self ridicule, repression and fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poem from the heart and soul well written