Surely, never was he born that way
The canon of nature defined his pathway
Made miserable in every step of life
Reward, without reward he must win
…Winning is life and nothing less
Forces of nature refined him to face unknown life ahead
He keep on surviving in captivity because he believe he can
The non-pleasure of life is his pleasure…
He struggle for the bases of which life hold
…to survive…to grow…to protect…to defend
…to be free
Every new light handed him a chance to prove he can still go on
The ultimate goal of illusion and reality, he said “I will be free someday”
And so he live by it imagining freedom beacons someday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nicely written poem, Markus