The heinous devil comes in my horrible dream
Wearing a dreadful mask,
He threatens me to stop writing the truth,
But he doesn't know the spirit of a true poet,
A real poet is the king of his own world,
He doesn't yield to any pressure or oppression;
So, I become more firm and resolute
To depict all the truth of the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem