Ogling at the sky with tear filled eye
Seeking for some relief from everyday grief
Feeling so desperate with life becoming intricate
Staring at the steeple are helpless people
Looking all around searching for firm ground
Finding for ways to live with grace
Dealing with their plight letting hope in flight
Living with scruples are helpless people
Surrendering to their fate unable to think straight
Not giving into sorrow dreaming of better tomorrow
Struggling their way out erasing existing doubt
Coming to grapple are helpless people
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I would like to translate this poem
Hello Mittur. I can really identify with what you are talking about in this poem. It really resonates with me. Please check out my poem Maybe-somedays. It also contains that theme of people that just try to hold on despite their brokenness. Please let me know what you think.