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The sky is the Limit (Semay) Print E-mail
Written by Abrham Afewerki and translated Haile Bokure   
Friday, 05 October 2007
I could imagine
This would pass too
I am striving with hope
To save my self
From the rainy days
Since the struggle for survival
Is my way of life.

It could be a hard time for me
But by any stretch
 Of imagination
I am the master
Not the slave
Of my own destiny indeed.

Hope, the very hope
Is my walking staff
But not only that
It is also my strength 
and my refuge as such.

I tried again and again
Till I get succeed.
I may be sometimes up
And sometimes down
But I smile
Just to stride extra miles
For It is my nature likewise.

No matter....
How much or how little
I am depressed
I would never give up
Till I reach my goal
For I am the only
Master not the slave
Of my own destiny.

I might feel bitter
As long as I am
Consoled sometime
To see people whose life
Is really worst than mine.

I am a giver not a taker
Nor a person
Who seeks handouts.
Oh, how I wish a robust life
With full hope
So that I can overcome
The hardship of life
A paragon of struggle
With creative frustration.

I believe in my self
For whatever I possess.
How happy is the man
Who is thankful
For what he has
How strong is the man
Who is very patient
How wise is the man
Who saves his money
How happy is the man
Who is satisfied with little.

I heard people saying:
" He who knows much is rich."
I trust with vision
I crave with consolation
For they told me
All these would pass too
And I saw......

I hinted to plan a head of time
In this word of busy life.
Something is good
But it could be done better
Something could be bad
But you could find
The worst ever
Something could be awful
But you could find so tasteful.
Something may torment you
But there could be 
A bitter ones too.

I checked the very limit
Of good and bad fortunes
I could not tell
The very magnitude
For I could not bear them
As a human being.

People say......
The world is like 
A stormy ocean
Woe, those who could not swim
Would one day draw.

Please let us unite
To solve our common problems
So effectively and creatively.
For we know
Not by emotion but by action
That a necessity
Is the mother of invention.

Let us stride.....
With common spirit and goal
As to enable us improve our lot.
Till my dream and mission accomplished
My patience is as vast as the ocean
The very hope of my vision
I am an indomitable
For only the sky is the limit.

 

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