some conclusions led to confusion
or some led to intution
people who works for others die
one who work for himself stay alive
some die very soon
some have a good fortune
people gets greedy with others
as if they will commit a murder
i express my thoughts with poems
other do it with a boredem
my thoughts change everytime
which would let me commit a sucide
in this world nothing is still
everything in it will someday stink
existence in this world cant be gone far
the one who lose control will left far
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I express my thought with poems, good writing sarthak, thanks.