It takes stages
And sometimes ages
For things to be done
There used to be times
We fear the truth
Though we knew
It is the only freedom.
There used to be times
We envy others
Not because we want to
But some conditions forced us to.
At other times
We do not know what we want
Until we lose the few
That we have.
Sometimes,
It takes an aeon
For us to forget
Even though we have forgiven.
Sometimes,
We wish to be others,
Not knowing that somewhere,
People would die just to be us.
In difficult times,
We find it hard to believe,
That as we have lost.
A better one would come.
Sometimes,
We desire things
Things that everyone would have
Like money, dignity and love.
Sometimes,
We wish not to regret
But that is what we get
After not listening to others.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem