Too many.. Too many!
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Out in the wild moor,
Both blow hot and blow cold,
Alone, I proceed my journey
But, along with me
Coming are those hidden things
Too many.. Too many!
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All that were gifted to me
Are precious ones
But, giving them
With no prejudice,
What I gain is
Too many.. Too many!
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Never have I sought
What I don't deserve
But, none of those given to me
During my journey
Was a fruit that's forbidden
And all grown for me
Too many.. Too many!
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Succeeded I am
In giving myself to Life
But, all that were returned to me
By the same Life
in multitudes and exponential
Too many.. Too many!
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Newer ways and tardy means
Yet I progress at snail's pace
But, still it's me and me alone
With nothing other than ethical
That are spread in abundance
Too many.. Too many!
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Never, the Life gives me
Anything sweeter or Bitter
But, the same Life
Teaches me, to see
The sweeter in the Bitter
And the bitter in the sweeter
That are very many!
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem