Bitter truth be unknown but not sweet lies.
Sad news out of sight; sweet news in focus;
I must get praises even at my cost.
Let me seek women; let me befriend them.
Let me do where I find joy, harmless though.
I must count among the people around
For which I shall tap all my sources.
I shall serve others and earn their goodwill,
That will see me off in my end journey.
My life is mine and let it be all fine.
15.07.2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem