Enviable heights
I dream,
Crave,
Aim to attain
Many sat royal kings
Affluence
Their breath
Their tongue
Their life
Antonyms
Of the other divide
I belong but loath
This lowest ebb
Whose reality rob my sleep
I detest but detained
Shine,
Ooze,
Reek
In squalor.
(Tuesday 8th January,2000,10.14 pm)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dreams! ! ! Unfulfilled; But still going on, Without giving up. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Still going on Edward. Thanks.