I curse whatever evils may be
For my conquerable soul.
In the full loose of fate,
I have pained and suffered in silence.
Over all triumphs that come
My ego boost, but broken.
Within the bound of joy and success
Surge but the most desired freedom
And yes the fulfillment for now
Lurks, and shall lurk, me confuse.
It does matter now how rugged the gate,
How deprived with accolades the man.
I am the prisoner of my fate:
I am the slave of my soul.