Someone wants to trample
Someone to burn
Germinate self amidst the futile clay
Migrate too from the blazing fire
And one day I sprung up
As if a sibling from the soil
And one day I geared up too
As if a destroyer from the fire
Till then for some time
Am living like a tree
And some time in sabotage……
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem