Cool became hot
But not
Changed the fate
Of those
Who are late
In getting a job.
Unemployment is a curse
No Nurse
Can cure the wounds
Aroused due to it.
Lit
A light
Start a fight
Against
The darkness
Of
The deepest cell
Of
The hell
Of
Unemployment.
Ganga Dhar Sharma 'Hindustan'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice topic, nice to read,