When we are not rewarded for the hard work we did,
Then the feeling that persist is not good indeed.
When we spend the days and nights exhausted,
Then the pathetic result makes us frosted.
I complain to the Lords to provide justice,
And He says I need more practice.
That's the thing I did for days,
But what came out was just a waste.
Some expectation which made me work hard,
Vanished! ! in the sea of dark.
He promised me he would help me,
But I don't think he would.
By now I have nothing more to expect,
Because I understood thAt expectation is a defect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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