The mother of fear matures,
The father of worries cohabits,
The relatives of devastation arrive,
The friends of low self esteem chatter,
The boss of the crumbled mind dominate,
The maids of calamity decorate,
The workers at the fear factory replicate,
The much needed sun glasses to deceive,
The mist of unworthiness around the eye lashes,
In the deep caves of the trembling gouts,
The mother of fear gives birth,
Millions of living to live the life of dejected,
Afraid of just going out to face the elevated,
Stay in the cocoon of comfort,
Fail to grow the wings to have the free life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem