Always I think how awkward next may be
Why he hates me? Why can't he loves me?
If happened to be my enemy than what?
Always, I find, the problem lies on my part/
Why should I am not trusted by some one?
I searched and then knew fault with none
Truly speaking, I am not joking, it's not a fun
What religion and faith we adored to run?
Path less we are for the cause of destiny
Development on the lap of destruction
It's a crime onto the humanity and nature
It's the cause of madness and frustration/
O Earth! Stood between heaven and hell
What's the sin that rings round and bell?
What I believe, SIN is Satanic in Nature
That pervades within us for the future//
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem