Personal Goal
Few people has strong objections,
They advised me, don’t forget,
Your tongue is also your mother,
It is a duty of us to serve for it.
I wrote twenty five years,
For one language, one nation,
And one race, they never accepted me,
I had long suffering without appreciation.
I have no limit but my patience,
Has a limit that develops courage,
How long a person can walk alone?
A burning belly needs something to burn.
Nobody works free, wages or salary is need,
A person who wants to live, a chain of supply,
Is only a satisfaction for living? Personal goal,
It isn’t a matter in which way do you serve.
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