To be born was a stress
The parents endured
Growing up was herculean with deprivations
Education was managed with great challenges
Getting a job was hopeless
Having nobody at high places
The menial job secured promises no future
Where does he go from here?
Having a destiny to achieve.
(Tuesday 31st December,2019,3.47am)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
People have free will. Some wait for life to happen to them.. Others, make life happen. In either case, we climb big mountains or choose the easy way out.
Well analysed dear good friend Panagiota. Thanks