The blissful thing in life is I’m a Bard!
The sad thing is I am unmatched to all;
The natural thing is I attack them hard;
The words I write are writings on the wall!
The corrupt world still tries to control me;
It tries its best to trouble me at job;
My Guide is God who gives me harmony;
He protects me from every frenzied mob.
The present age favours the wily few;
Good work is done despite many travails;
The world order will get reset anew;
But righteousness and truth always prevails.
The evil die smothered by their own snares;
For Upright ones, the Maker always cares.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem