There is a path like the odd street corner
Where dreams flutter like papers
When touched by the wild wind,
Maddened as they dance about their waists like they do in belly dance
There is a path like the old path
Where whips are lubricants to men
And dreams are tamed by the whips of misfortune
There is a path like that path
Where the birds know of a song
And the travellers sing of a song;
The song of the siren
We somehow came to walk on this path
And these two men came to be strangers to this whip;
The brave and the dead.
Only the brave among us dare to create a path on this dreaded land
Only the brave dare to hold tight when time writes to us a mockery letter, on this dreaded path
'Cause these whips can't tame the dreams of those whose dreams soar high in this madness;
Determination.
Travellers on earth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Surely there is, hold tight to your dream, through bogs or thorns and whips of everyday life, there's definitely a path.. What a beautiful poem
Walk the path with courage. Obey all law. Yet you will cover a few metres. Walk when city is fast asleep, Walk with hungry stomach and bleeding feet.Talk to us and others everywhere in the planet..Most important say a few words in praise of Lord when you walk in light or in dark, in crowd or in solitude, in joy or in sadness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem, inspiring and enlightening. Thanks for sharing.