With disgrace
Say no
And order to go
Even by force
If it is irritant source
Retain
Pain
If that does not trouble
But make you know about people
Still be tolerant
And present
No inner conflict
You remain calm and strict
It will not stay
But go away
With sun rise
To your surprise
So lose no hope
And stop
Worrying all the day
The light shall show the sway
You are the one to bear
And hear insulting words
So keep trust in lord
But not with sword
Nothing wills toy
If not earned in proper way
It shall land you in poverty
With disgrace from an almighty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothing wills toy If not earned in proper way It shall land you in poverty With disgrace from an almighty