Stubbornly
I hand my heart to the chaotic beats:
the sirens will deafen the world
instead of me.
Resigned,
They would transform into fish
eyeballs bulging towards agony,
brains documenting the 7-second memory.
Out of water
a Greater land emerged outside me:
evolution defied decadence
when lungs in storms out-breathed.
Alone,
I struggled in the verge of experiment
until atop on the soil, I crept my feet
and found green shades my company.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice message to struggle for existance in all circumstances.