The time keeps passing.
Too quick im so confused.
If only the path was cleared.
So that walking would be with ease.
My legs keep trembling
My mind in a deep haze.
Why cant the light bring me in flight?
My time has yet to come.
Till then my battle will continue to be won.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Twisters. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.