Despair threatens man again and again;
Most men keep working along corrupt lines;
The body scorched by sun then longs for rain!
The flooded lands wonder when the sun shines?
Despair and hope come sometime or other;
Anticipate and live but don’t react;
Our daily life, they must not much bother;
Intolerable if then, you act with tact.
When emotions begin to engulf man,
Our performance will be much affected;
Though polished rice-eaters, we need some bran!
We cannot lead a life much dejected.
All things don’t last for long, we ought to know;
Life is a stress-testing, we undergo.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem