With all of self denial
and phases those glum
Sure I am of prospect
my best is yet to come
Apathy and disregard
brusquely I did sustain
What read as my frailty
was controlled restrain
None of any reluctance
even a backward glance
Seeking newer alliances
with touch of tad romance
Deserved was lot better
from odd peculiar deal
It's matter of new balm
for older scars to heal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poet is hopeful of Good days to come.... Good wordings and great poetry.