Comfortable living isn't a reality for most people.
Sitting on sidelines, hoping for a meal or drink.
How has this neediness been manifested?
Why is there such a shortage of caring people?
Only when news stations cover circumstances do people come out in force.
There are a few people though, who hide their good deeds from searching eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem