Ohh the world! ! !
Full of pleasureful sight.
My disgusted heart cries
For the festival of light.
Change in weather spreads
A sound of joy
I wander here and there
By being just a toy.
Sometimes I to myself say
Why don't you also want to play
Why you pass your night and day
In this sorrowful way?
Thy Hands of Help
I need in my life
Because I want to survive
And I want to strife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem