'I will win, '
This feeling lingers
In my mind
For a long time,
Gradually I begin to shine
With an impeccable meaning,
In course of time
I meet
The wise pilgrim
In my great vision,
He wholeheartedly embraces me
In his wisest bosom
And gently says to me,
'You have already won
With flying colours.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Anjandev thanks for this wonderful bravo-worthy poem