Here nothing is well,
All disappointing,
Come and see yourself.
The shops are closed,
No vehicle on the roads,
All air all fire everywhere.
No improvement of anyone
In spite of educations,
No reciprocal value
Of any sorts.
No friendships, no trust.
All try to disconnect from all good.
The situation is not favourable,
Come and see- all horrible.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem