Don't expect my cry
No, don't expect it,
it won't happen
though I fell down,
I rebound because
I hate shame and I
would do something
I pocket my pains
and safe the cry
I move on
Like motivated Wembley 5
Rolling according to slope dictates
That is the way of the champion.
If am a champion I don't know?
I dont care to know even, I move on
As a people, they want it like my own.
Had they seen my pains, I swear,
They will hate me?
Only they could see, is my face
And the conjoured up laughter,
the radiating candor, Kai! !
They have seen nothing.
Before emerging here
I had became a muster of laughter
Because i tried, I failed, I tried and I failed
I will blame nobody for the spree
'Experience is the price of delay'!
I'm sure of my way
I'll follow the ray
I know this is no crime
My mind is one way traffic,
I have no bend of thought
Because of the 'popular drought'
If i don't make it I'll come to the reality
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem