Accepting realities
Always bitter
Soulful memoirs fail to ignite
Nay not everything
Kindles the senses
Bundled out are hopes
Nothing to cherish
No frauds I made
Still I suffer
Whom to blame
Except the imprudence
Alive is the confidence
Aloof is the good luck
Apart from all efforts
Afar are the good times
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Realities are harder and way different from expectations.