In the jungle of life
There were many silt trails
I sunk to the bottom
Of the tricky mud
Since I submerged
In the bottom of errors
Asphyxiate became norm
United into consciousness
I climb the slope of pains
Walked on thorny path
With severe foot pain -
Barefooted, of course!
I was immune
To the thorny jungle
And I will not die
In the pricks of obstacle
A painful full of human grief and folly A lovely poem I like this and request the Hon. poets, please read and comment/ PH should notice this poem thank you Glory to be Allah
What does not harm you will not kill you. Life can be a struggle sometimes. Perseverance is the key. And you have skillfully covered that in this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh the jungle of life can be so cruel. but we must trudge on. nice write