Angst what most vent out,
is sort of emotional release
A failed attempt for trying,
but all one can't please
Limit there is to tolerance,
degrees small can be borne
It's apt to sever unions
those dejectedly forlorn
No matter how may seem,
must stick to own stance
By inducting infallibility
in a skewed circumstance
Ones enacting arduous rituals
for divine favors who entreat
In reality indulge practices
which in societal ways cheat
Seek out those small nuances
in distress which stay alive
Odds to be contended with
for positivity must strive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant poem, I love the way it was concluded. Well done.