I'm sad.
But who would know?
I'm hurt.
Yet it doesn't even show.
I'm failing again.
I know, it really takes time to grow.
I'm disappointed.
But I'm still going with the flow.
I'm scared.
Though there's no time to say 'No.'
I'm weary.
But I shall not end the show.
I'm done.
But not yet about to go.
I'm in a rapid process of changes.
But I'm not afraid to go slow.
Well, I'm continuously learning.
Still, proud to have begun from below.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem