At times when I’m alone
I look up at the sky
I think about the stars above
And envy the birds flying so high.
I wonder how time runs by so fast
Making us a history doll
And when I look back at the past
There is always a mystery to solve.
Sometimes I feel the power beyond my control
Is pulling me by strings
Then as if chained in this world
I wish to have wings.
I promise myself to stand upright
To take all the blows in my stride
The day I won’t escape
And show the power of my mind.
I commit to myself
Not to bend in the storm
To always move forward
And take the bull by its horns.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem