I'm a destroyer,
I'm a creator.
Now it's upon me,
Who I choose to be.
When the demons in me held its head high,
And I too let it do for what they sigh.
I know it leads me nowhere,
Just making me astrayed and bare.
It leaves me so spiritless,
And makes my life a mess.
But who to be blamed,
It's me not the devil to be maimed.
It is me who chooses,
Willingly I rejoice in snoozes.
Beware! it is temporary,
Castles in the air just imaginary.
Aye, I'm the creator,
And I'm the destroyer.
I can make my life,
or become the demon's wife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem