?From deep content of filled bowels
From the abyss of enslaved words
Bane consonants and pall vowels
Lust and lost rampage thougtful wards
I can eat and have my own cake
Tempting desire from assured heart
Pure reasons i gladly forsake
My wish is to forge my own path
I'll dare the dreams of hopeless war
I'll give my blood to face the odd
I must stand where greater men fall
Till my fate is so named a lord.
Pretty rose among piercing thorns
Mum feels pain; yet a treasure was born
For pure gold through fire must burn
This i know; life's not for fun
Deeds will stain the teeth of reason
Bewilding your dreams like vodka
For i came, i saw, i'll conquer
I'll be seen like open season.
'Deepest thought in a crowded bus'.?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem