Should one day I be granted the courage I see
In which is carried so proudly in those surrounding me.
I will surge at the wall barricading me in
Unlock the door enclosing my sin.
And my generation will seek to prevail
And we will set traditions a sail.
To float upon waters of purity
That no longer is masked by a sea.
An ocean of hope with waves that crash atypically free.
Free from a past of misery.
Where once were carried the tales of insecurity
No longer will I let that be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem on how to usher in the chnage. Preets