I feel I can reach the far mountains,
and the stars are mine,
and the ocean is just another river to cross
A mere hut is my palace
a potato, my feast
the smell of the rain is my delight
The lighting of a candle, the rising sun in the east
You cannot kill me, as much possessions you take,
as little food you give me, as much blood you take, as much pain you give me, as much happiness you take,
I Am Forever Immune To Sadness And Hate
Always will I be here, smiling at your foolish musings, you, my friend are far too late
So crucify me, drown me, beat my as you please,
But never will I fall,
I am forever immune to your filthy disease.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem