My blood will fall in the
ground and proudly it
will show it color.
My breath will be no more
but still my last breath,
it will be free from bondage.
My life will be no more
but till alive, the head will be
high and hands will be raised.
My life is like a fire,
till it burns, no one
can touch it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem