oh! dear enemy don't be joyful
o'er my defeat
ii shall rise and fight
till you deem me as a kinght.
i saw your face gleamed in the tears i dropped
and heart rejoiced, seeing me stopped
for sure, i shall make it someday
but shall not end the battle midway.
spent sleepless nights, staring at sky
starved with pain, thinking to reach high
one day you shall knelldown
seeing me throned with a crown
let whole army be on your side
and laughter over me make you pride
but day when i win
same world shall make me grin
after amillion of conflicts i realize
not you who is stopping my prize
but my soul dwelling in darkness
made more than me to assess you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem