and there was this man who
blamed himself for not making good
in his life
fortune seems to be elusive
his home shattered by a quake
lest he expected it
his family vanished in the plague
the dumb makes it on top
the mediocre thrives so well as leaders
and the childish makes it to the throne of greatness
others whom he thinks are lower than him made it to fame
he is good and wise and well educated
surely luck was not on his side
or perhaps he did not pray enough....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem