Life sobs like a sissy child;
more than often nags for a success-pizza!
Sometimes like a weepy babe
falls sick and feels queasy
when it finds the delivery is not timely made!
This pizza has athletic feet;
runs good but only a few hands meet!
Life in lonely hours screams to the hollow air;
scours the earth just for a sound name!
Who are not after making a good name?
As the name with the bright glory tag
stays behind here to be cared and remembered!
A crown may be proud of so many kings;
but each of the kings is proud of only the same crown!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem