Anonymously shrinking altitudes,
Dried soul bleeds preparation,
Continuously heating up spirit,
Fate cries for reservation.
Molding life in freedom of prison,
A prison of passionate will,
Jamming with mysterious destiny
Attitude is strategist for kill,
An untamed warrior of repetition,
Creating life in deadly dark,
Taxing fortune slowly and steadily,
Using pebbles to generate blazing spark,
Poisonous perseverance paints,
Golden path of triumphant precisions,
Testing “Divine selection”,
Fate suffers numerous incisions.
Adversity of fate dwells,
Strange results peeps,
Stubborn “Will Conquers Fate” mysteriously,
Every impossibility weeps.
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I would like to translate this poem
powerful title and deep msg...the last line is incredibly nice Every impossibility weeps.