When mom walks far new baby cries
It might believe it loses milk and care
If it tumbles her heart falls from highs
She jumps to prevent bad affair
Spouse resents when mate wears smile
To strangers for love might ignite
Parents shake for kid's living style
Will he be blessed or in dark plight
Wealthy are worried to turn poor
Earn sums and want more to save
Some live as needy mates abhor
Assets convert them into slave
Each tries to be fit in best shape
Yearns to live longer on this earth
Life is dear we'd of death escape
Small ache drives to drain the purse
Clairvoyants pretend seeing about
Future events and emphasize
Many waste time and big account
They'd postpone certain demise.
Kassem Oude
On Saturday, February 13,2016
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love of different things can be a source of fear, the fear of losing that which we love. The most notable are well-defined in your poem. A very well-structured poem. I enjoyed reading it.