Yes, it kills your conscience
Pushes to ignorance
Takes you to another land
Where only prevail s some funny arguments
It makes you to argue
And bring back to undue
Scene that is imagery
To add more worries
The sleep is taken away
Days are laden with load all the ways
Mind works in dead zone
Devastated and ravaged worst than cyclone
There is no remedy
Until addressed with speedy resolution
Some is there to help in need
You are given timely feed
Worries are now off
You can easily laugh
The smile rushes on face
You have some spare space
Yes, it kills your conscience Pushes to ignorance
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I would like to translate this poem
good job. Annie May1 hour ago Keep posting.