Traveling through the path of success,
Success on every turn of my life,
Smelling the sweet scent of fame,
I never asked God, Why me!
Seeing millions of fans waiting day and night,
Leaving aside their daily course,
Just for a glimpse of their favorite star,
I never asked God, Why me!
Reaching at the highest point,
Achieved by very few,
While enjoying the view from there,
I never asked God, Why me!
And now while I am ill,
As darkness slowly creeps into me,
All these fame just for a few days more,
I must never ask God, why me! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem about disowning success and the impact of becoming famous