I will not give up
Till the last drop
Placed in state rough
In roasted flesh
with beggars plate
penury at its best
Still I will not rest
I will not give up
Make me a slave
Fail me for times
Trick me by friends
render me unfair
See through me despair
I will again check
and race again ahead
I shall not give up ever
How hard to seek answer
My mute fight shall flower
One day I will be the author
Writing these lines for myself
Making the worst of better
And YOU'll make me a winner
Those who don't give up in true heart and spirit are winners. Loved reading and commenting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great words and I think of them toward all but so much toward women. I will not give up...Yes strong and beautiful words to hear. Excellent poem Soumita.....