No reservation
Make it little easier
To live happier
As days pass on
And age has been spent or gone
Sometimes we think big
Want to go alone and dig
Past memory to live momentary
Feel sadly turn pale with worry
You want to feel
In real
With no reservation
About poverty and starvation
You are not alone in this race
Many have thought and found no case
To be involved so deeply
It is materializing satisfactorily
So you are not prompted again
But remain
Merely contended
And remain no more saddened
So you are not prompted again But remain Merely contended And remain no more saddened
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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