Being the warrior I am, I fly so high and soar higher in storm like the eagle;
My strength and courage are incomparable as fear never makes me feeble.
No battle seems to scare the beast in me;
Even when so much odds seem to be against me.
This seems to be a thing of the past;
With my wings tied to my body, I seem to fall fast.
Fear has grown its wings within my heart;
Now it makes me feel like the weakest man on earth.
I feel so scared to rise again;
And my eyes seem to glow in rain.
Just like a hanger without his glove;
A Warrior has fallen in love...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem