When I look at the sky,
It looks back with a dreary gaze.
What are you doing boy?
With the entire universe before you;
Why are you wasting your time?
Why are your aspirations so shoal?
This universe is yours to have.
Straighten up and be brave.
Although, you certainly are going to end up in a grave,
But till then enjoy the rave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Miran. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks