Again you came,
wilted and decayed;
heard you cried,
within iron walls I lie.
How long yet another desire;
conquer but no cure for me,
virtues not me.
Wield my rage,
reveal and evolve;
lit it,
And blow them off.
Go and rise high;
favour me,
keep the light on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful piece of poetry, nicely encapsulated with conviction. Thanks for sharing.