Well, my story goes this way;
I dream of a day,
A near date.
On this date
I will fly
To another part of the sky-
Call it China-
So that i may study there.
The acceptance papers are here
so is part of the bills for it.
Now, the other part is still out there.
I wail out loud
For someone, anyone to supplement my bail out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem