Who can stop me?
I am a wild river-
flowing forward with rhythm and pace is my passion.
People construct dams to hold my water
but my liveliness is tamed for a while, not for long.
Dam is my fate- it controls my flow
but never my passion.
This passion has originated from my core,
which is far away from the reach of all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem! Yes, who can stop a wild river from flowing fast?