i have to fight the disease in me,
& set myself free,
i will never give-up so easily,
even if it makes me cry fretfully.
i know, i will make through it,
then one day you will find me fit.
i eagerly wait for the day.
when with pride i can say-
'i have no pills to depend up-on.'
but for now the struggle goes on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
life has the fruits with struggles and happiness. well pinched keep it up