Who can claim success,
Without ever taking chances?
Who knows success better,
Than the one who has repeatedly...
Made mistakes to acknowledge?
Or seen publicly or not,
Listening to garbage...
Coming out of disgusting mouths.
And who is it that believes,
A life to live to accomplish...
Happens without tears wept?
Or lying still on the ground,
After crawling on knees just to rest.
Or feeling sacrificial day and night,
To perform those tasks nobody knows...
For the purpose to have bestowed humiliation?
Look!
Anyone perceived to be a fool,
With it believed is one...
Seldom is.
Especially when laughter done by others end,
To have 'them' defending their own stupidity.
'Why do people continue,
To judge a book by its cover? '
~Maybe it's easier for them to lie about the contents.
Knowing when 'innuendos' are passed around...
Few, if any, will have interest.
But always,
And it never fails...
Someone curious starts the gossip,
With a shock uncovering the truth that begins.~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem