As the clouds of images in bravura despair
Dawn upon her making sit lonely on the stair,
The opulence of a dreadful surmise
Moistens the dark wonderful eyes
Wakes up the beauty with pose to find
Hiding behind the tragedies in willful mind
Showing a stately grandiose with grace
A musing show of visor of her inert face
Raising the colors of all conquered flags
Taking the spirits of courage and love bags
Charming with her love being a wonder woman
A spirit to cherish and chase as a human
In spite of the hunger, panic and pain
I will smile, hold my head high and regain!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem