The Helpless are not those who have been stranded,
But the seemingly powerful who are unable to,
Move even their will to justify their contribution,
To the power they have assumed amidst chaos,
And disasters, and they stress out, while the optimism,
Always stays with the powerless who in anyways would,
Be able to contribute to the cause, however little that maybe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem