What’s your hope?
In this wild wide worry world?
How can your reach your dreams
In negligence of this crashing wind
Despite variety of dishes
Left for you by your fore-father
You dream to grow into man
But you divert you spices to already made men
Knowing or not knowing
You strengthen them into more metamorphosed men
While you languish in fairy hopes
Though little by little we shall employ
But why do we cry in the midst of plenty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem