No scope
It shall not be easy to follow
And go
On curved path
With easy breathe
Life is shrouded with problems
Adding concerns
With no solution in sight
Forcing to adopt wrong path with no delight
It is proving treacherous
With slow progress
And less returns
That turns it into bitterness
Human values are down
With ideals flows
On side track
Keeping everything at stake
It has no scope
And remains non stop
With force to reckon with
And armed with no teeth
It has no scope And remains non stop With force to reckon with And armed with no teeth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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