Sitting behind the bars;
With a lavish decoration of stars.
It has been a refuge throughout the days.
Staring the cottage along the coasts;
Calling a fervent appeal for help;
Waiting someone to come.
Probably it happens;
Still I have composure waiting when they come.
Looking at the creek, with a complete trust in God.
People assailed me in the dark;
And tears flowing out from my eyes.
Recalling my failures in a myriad of reasons.
And my dignity devour in the dark.
I was imprisoned in my own design.
People passing by say no hey!
At night tears coming out, but joy comes with dawn;
I said to myself in my good fortune.
“Nothing will ever disturb me again.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem