The roads of our life
Are clogged with traffic
Delaying our way to success
Arresting our future
In the shell of our past
Chaining our mind
To the snail paced traffic
Blinding our eyes
To the opportunities ahead
Bombarding our senses
With the black exhaust fumes
Eroding our chances
Of succeeding at work
Binding our life
To the post of our station
Sealing our fate
To an early grave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great imagery and an amazing use of idiom provide extraordinary luster to the poem. I would like to quote: The roads of our life / Are clogged with traffic / Delaying our way to success / Arresting our future.
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