The accolade reassures
I grapple on, steadfast,
Draining, the heat in my temple
Burns a thousand strokes of fire.
A cheerful voice uplifts my spirit
'Fight in the power of God. Endure!
My wearied heart regain momentum.
while breaking threads climax,
and the blazing flow of neurons
wreck deceased in my pallid body.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem