These are the words from my father
And they were echoed again to me by my mother
Words that have made me move further
Into the valid stories of my life
Son do not move with haste and speed
When making that critical decision on the crossroads
Because all choices have consequences
Measure the weight of everything before they impact on you
My son, do not let your tears be an end
Neither should you let them be seen in the open
African men hide the tears of emotions
But never let sadness be a silent burden in your heart
After every fall you must rise up quickly
Collect all the lessons behind each fall you encounter
Let not the pain in your bruises be an excuse to be a laggard
If so, the lessons of your fall are a valid useless story in your life
When you speak my son do so with few words
The more you talk, the less you learn, and the fool you become
Listen to the saints, angels and the demons
They all have valid stories with lessons for you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gajanan Mishra then your life is devoid of simplicity in understanding and deciphering the obvious. I wish you could have given reasons and elucidated your opinion why