We can only become as great,
As the roots we acknowledge...
And keep nourished.
With a wholesome pride uniting.
We must stop any rot that occurs.
Correct its decay with attention given.
If we continue to dismiss it,
To encourage a segment of it to bloom...
With a hope that all is kept prospered,
The feeding of the whole of it will not succeed...
As should be.
And ultimately failure becomes a noticeable entity.
Leaving ambitions to die!
We can not afford this,
To become an indulging curiosity...
Allowed.
Nor admitted.
It is too addicting of a wasteful mission.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem