Litle steps climbd up
To catch the extreme end
End of distance where earth
No more the reaching arena
Playing space infinite and unending
Little steps drived up to catch success
Journey ends but hallucination
Convinced as achieved
When fragrance of dusty flowers
Filled air to feel ecstatic
Can't find out names from common known
Yet it exists somewhere to please someone
With power of beauty
Success felt challenged
Little steps didn't climbe down
Rather up to extreme up
Drived me high with charged temperament
Just to transform myself
With all my expectations dive through infinite
Feel now essentially as an individual
Steps may be little but mission
Should be fixed!
Pranab k c
16/04/2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One's nerves must stretch to reach the peak of endeavor. But your poem makes me contemplate the costs of struggling upward towards a big-picture view. The vantage point may be too abstract and removed from things we value. Emotional drives may grow narrow along the way.
Thank you honorable poet, I value your views. Thank you for your interaction. Pranab