Let me fly on the wings of imagination ,
As the fragile body smiles in the prison .
Let me wonder at those falling stars ,
Let me sneak out in anesthetic hours .
Let me believe in those magical dreams,
Let me believe reality is not this hard as it seems.
I look at the ray that peeps through my window pane ,
I smile and try to catch it and get drenched in the falling rain ;
I lost my tears for they had gone to the devil’s dungeon,
I regain my life as I try to recover from the pain.
A warrior shall I remain ,
The struggle will not go in vain .
For those friendly faces , I decide , not to speak a word,
With every attack , I grow stronger with my sword.
Yet at times , I crawl to your feet ,
With ornaments of victory , not defeat .
For you have been there with me always with your trident ,
My beloved , the oldest of Gods , the brave warrior with the serpent