Keep good track
It should not matter
Even if we silent utter
Or loudly blast
It will gradually last
The world will not change
So we need to manage
Change our course
Without blaming with curse
Let us move
And remove
Any misgivings
While opening life’s wing
We should profess
And face
Our own tune
Try to remain in good mood
With nourishment in thought with food
Keep good track with neighbors
You shall always earn respect and honor
Keep good track with neighbors You shall always earn respect and honor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
philosophical food for thought. While opening life's wings we should profess and face our tune. Wow! While struggling to meet an expectation we have drawn for ourselves in life, we should tackle every mount that bars the way.