The amount of fire I hold
Astonishingly is more than the sun
But very unfortunately it does not reflect
Light nor does it generate energy
No smoke it emits, silently
Burns me down without flame
Instead of molten lava of ash
The hate of incapability which I have
Frozen it into a big piece of stone-hard ice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem