The captain goes to play
The game of life
Along with the players
Entered through the back doors
Selected by their uncles
Length is no criterion of a good poem, but the symbolic compression is! ! !
a farce, heart touching while readin the poem reality floats around well writ bhai
to reap the profit in billions and build the mansion in the middle of the Indian slums...sadly true..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yeah its sad but true