Here he comes in his assumed uniform.
A hopeless life without form.
But he smiles all day.
Happiness all the way.
I'm fine is all he says.
As he wishes the day stays;
because he barely sleeps at night.
His condition is so tight.
There're lot he fights.
When he finally takes off that mask as knight.
He faces reality with blur sight.
Wishes to be up but no height.
He lays on a wet pillow.
To which he has pledged not to stay down below.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem