A WORD that CEASES MY LIFE

No problem, I'm a budding youth

How can I ideally choose my luck? 

As everything depends on victory

Just to get history on my way.

No problem, I'm an eloquent poet

The poet can express everything 

By quilling the ink, onto the papers 

As everything possible to express.

No problem, I'm a fervent teacher

I just rejoice in gregarious teaching

I can feel the pain from my pupils 

Because teaching is my pleasure.

No problem, I'm a vulnerable refugee

That doesn't mean I'm not a human

Everyone can achieve what they desire

But everything locked for being the refugee.