U have wings of confidence,
But u always walked on the ground.
Ur influence made me develop the wings.
Though I know u r always right,
The wings made me fly, forgetting your righteousness.
You moved away realising my wit,
My wings withered.
I then realised the value of the lost gem,
And the greatness of walking with the wings.
I bow down to beg,
Please forgive and come back to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poorvi, such a great write worthy of 10+++
Thank you :)