You can't contain me in
A cubicle you put me in
A citizen from high above
Has a right place on earth
Did I not behave upright?
Though at times not so right
Yet never crossed the limit
But did I get things right?
What counts high on earth
I count them low as chaff
Hey, I count them like hay
I fathom the Great mind
Let wisdom prevail over
The petty worldly standards
Which many hold high up
Above all moral values!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Sir, I read your poem and it is an intresting poem, and I hope to you to be more successful in your future. 'Happy New Year'