What shall I do?
All thieves are here
And they are all trying to
Take away everything
By any means.
They have their own sweet words,
They have their self interest.
But see me here I am alone
Working day and nights
To fill the belly
And to cover up my body.
And see
They are all laugh at me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well penned poem GM.