When i sail upwards
sometimes i find it difficult
My boat is very small and tides are big..
but still i go...
i cross a thousand miles
sometimes tides throw me to the
port from where i started.
yet i go, i try to be friendly with
i console them, sometimes they console me
i scold them and i get the same..
fall and rise goes on! ! !
and i move towards an unknown destination.
dont know why do i go!
but i know what keeps me going..
i go because the sea is there
because tides are there to throw me away
most of all i really like to start again and again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem