Spend my time everyday, sitting idle like an idiot,
lend my ears everyday, listening about Romeo and Juliet,
facing the computer, pretending busy, wasting time wondering “what a waste! ”.
Listen to them discussing kin, conversations with no taste,
thoughts thrown into the bin, generation's making haste.
Clock's ticking and i am thinking,
without blinking, am i also bitching? ,
Is this an useless living? , need i be less giving? ,
is this the world we creating? , ain't any happiness generating! ,
why the heck am i rhyming?
Expressionlessly i stare at those faces,
carelessly they bare their traces,
uselessly i think of an escape from the places.
Not much of a zealot, very much of an idiot,
nothing can change,
within my range,
as i long as i think...like an idiot.
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I would like to translate this poem
Not much of a zealot, very much of an idiot, nothing can change, within my range, as i long as i think...like an idiot....think of Ceasar and world can be brought to your feet.....it is so lovely to think positive otherwise there is no use all waste of time...lovley dear.....10 read mine....anywhere...colour....love at first sight