Grief and glee run hand in hand
Outbursts of emotion sink in sorry sand
As saying goes
Knowledge is power
Very few men bear
The personality like tower
Streams of various thoughts
Cross the mind
Sometimes man cruel, sometimes man kind
Man is fickle by nature
And fond of fastness
Man seldom fathoms good
And remains wisdomless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everyone is fond of fastness. nice poem