Born on the countryside, where few dare to dream
The life there is same with each sunrise and set
Am not lucky enough to enjoy the pleasant breeze of the world
Each day through my window I see the challenges from the world
The Knocks on the door enough to frighten infant to old
The dreams that arises gets captured behind the door from the world
But sooner or later the one will born to open the door
To realize all to not be blamed if born poor
But to be blamed if they die being poor
The fear to struggle and weakness has submerged the infant dreams
But life is an opportunity to dream and live the life we wish
Dream never ask for the wealth or birthplace
But the doors must be opened to walk through it
That we gazed so long through the window
Being son of a farmer, I dream like the son of king
I know the path to it will never be easy
But the hilltop looks too as a heaven with devils path
But the path is what gives meaning to our life
And we will no more be dreaming our life instead live our dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem