With the echoing thud
Of my falling failures
I make a tune
For the sweet songs
Composed upon stitching words
On the shore of my emotions
After gathering them like pebbles
I keep them with much care
In the volt of my chest
To play now and then to sooth my ears
As they are dearer to me than
Any manipulative success.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A true, righteous person will always prefer failures rather a manipulative success!