i am alive, today
because
i have a pen,
in my hand.
otherwise
who would have known,
my love story.
or heard about
days of dissapointments
and tears.
or how would i have
drawn my own picture
of self respect
and pride.
above all,
how could i have
held my soul
in the net of words.
because,
in my empty hand,
i had this pen.
mightier than sword.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem