In my poetic vision
I try to draw
An immortal line
Of peace and serenity
In the deepest core of the world,
The cruel devil laughs at me
From the dark corner,
He whispers to me,
'You fool!
It's your vain assay, '
I confidently challenge him saying,
'I will surely win at the end.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem