I rise
Up from a past
that's rooted in pain
I rise
leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling
I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind terror
I rise
Into a daybreak
wondrously clear
I rise
with hopes lived
dreams alive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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What incantatory style! Hope and strength rarely find such verbal force. -Sharad Rajimwale