the world we live in today
where father carries ashes of son
and life smokes up in ashtray
fetters of ignorance trap our feet
books teach us how to live
but life remain burried beneath street
youth is wasted in distress of future
future when becomes present
present remain but a glimpse of past rear
passion remain burning dwell on hope
obligations replace dreams
like all dreams with darkness of night had elope
we are in a war of survival here
desires where are kept on stake
and smile of lips is left in despair
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really great poem, like it, a great write. may I invite you to read my new poem called, Indian Forefathers.