Since the mask has become dress code
I started to grow my beard
Not out of love or fear
because I fear for my identity now.
Thick and straight hairs are troubling me
But I have no choice to avoid,
The love for something comes
Only when something else happens.
My statement for life and my statement to survive
This beard is giving me another look
Better than what I feel is right
Now I am happy with my new look.
One forced by the nature
Another my own choice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very true: The love for something comes Only when something else happens.