It is desire, it is a dream.
I am despair, I am a nightmare.
It is hope, it is accomplishment.
I am pity, I am failure.
We are friends, we are lovers.
They are enemies, they are rivals
we are true, we are trusting.
They are fake, they are lies.
This is home, this is right.
That is prison, that is wrong.
This is us, this is life.
That too is us.
That too is life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem