Over the strife
Of desperate days,
I shall hang on
To endless life,
Regardless
Of feckless luck
I shall soar
Like an eagle…
Over days
Devoid of light,
I shall track down
The brightest light,
With my dreams
Constant as stars,
I shall radiate
Like the sun…
I shall take it,
I shall sing out,
Beyond a doubt I shall
Rise from demise,
With wounded heart,
Unfinished home,
I shall trumpet
My unfinished
sonnet…
Avik Deirmenjian
Translated by Tatul Sonentz
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