There is still so much to know about you,
But afraid of losing the pious views,
Sometimes I try to move across the lane
But eventually find myself running in vain,
The divine intervention makes me strong
And I feel like facing a cruel storm,
The conquered soul having so much faith,
Therefore I’m fighting against my own fate,
If someday I’ll get the chance to win this game,
I would love to drenched under this lovely rain,
I’ll try to forget about the painful past,
And would like to go ahead even if its dark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem