The kiss of dwelling,
The hug of living,
And the contempt of society
Could change someone`s feeling
The sins we commit,
The crimes we do,
and the vices for which someone goes
Are all due to the ups and downs
The convicts we see,
All are, as we
The straits in life through which they pass
And the lose of rein on the route of life
The drought of money,
The lack of our support
The penny penny will make them honey
We can make them to afford
Have they any seclusion from the humanity
No, no, no! other than their goal
And to raze the degeneration of marality,
To regenerate their morality, to keep them out of gaol
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The last line announces the truth of human life. A good poem.