What a world it is as everything goes on in a hurry nonstop ever;
There is an atmosphere of competition in all things all do here;
No peace of mind one has unless and until one finishes duty;
Failing to do so, all things have to be started again from start!
Cumbersome procedure in all to go on in a safe mode kills mood;
Sans good mood one cannot do anything with full hope and sure;
Likewise all things one has to do till retirement comes in life;
Then passing the time in good things is another matter of choice!
Unless and otherwise already all things are well planned, it's hell;
Life to live in paradise before going to heaven is everyone's wish;
This is the nature of human life now in the modern world everywhere;
Civilization due to competition has made all robots in lieu of humans!
All are done with permanent fixed mode believing man and life are fixed;
This makes all to go for change in life but system seems to be not so easy!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem