Three years I grew
In rain and sunshine
Limiting my frolics
For a better tomorrow.
Three years I grew
Submerged in tutorials,
Preparing my way
For a smoother course.
Three years I grew
In the threat of being
Left behind, trekking,
With no foothold.
But three years hence
With nothing to claim
And nothing compelling,
I merely measure the crossroads.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Anuradha. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks