Thousand dreams shattered
Like broken forest tales
Till memories drift from the past
I sit quietly in the darkness
As rest of the world falls apart
I refrain from the freedomless life
With parenthood of sympathies
I 'll embrace the silence again
Like last standing man
With no question and no second thought
Only a quest that drags my neurons
Telling the immortal reality
Fairly preserved on the lips of the time
Feeling life pulse softly on my neck
I can still keep my head high
While I see demons in your eyes
Life will not be forsaken.
In such a dreary pattern of dysfunctional society
And your faceless war plans
That will make you to kneel in the end
Before the rogue underworlds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem