A dusky boy, who holds middling, looks
For his unlike thoughts, he appears to be a crook.
Sky is the limit, he'd never determined
Till he crossed one, to instigate his unorthodox crime.
People thought, he is good for nothing
And so would he, till he met himself within.
One night suddenly, he got to see the sky
What he saw is a bunch of stars, shining arrogantly high.
He got inspired with one of that brightest star,
Silently hanging alone, away from that bunch so far.
By his actions and thoughts, he managed to stood apart
From the mob who affirm his deeds, to be an criminal's art.
Thus, He kept on walking alone, on a road self made
And never allowed his dream prints, to get blurred and fade.
Inspite of confession, he continue to commit his misdeed
To justify his passions amid, to do what all his desperate life need.
An introvert by expression, he rules his imaginative and thoughtful throne
He is not into following those stubborn rules, but believes in creating his own.
He defy himself through, holding his nerves to blow and fell
To hold, grow and prove, his own unorthodox ways to be a rebel
Before someone could conspire and let him impound,
He raised himself up from worldly ruins, to be an unbound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem