pandemonium is frequent.
with these pang from our beloved ones.
this life push us to pant.
now we para our measures.
paragon do not exist in this life.
ably has been taken away.
this abode is not suitable for children.
we are reluctant because abolish is constant.
bulk of abhorrence towards human being.
now abrupt is part of our life.
we spontaneous, which make us irresponsible.
this life is cruel, this is nor life.
death is even better than this life.
I want to live nor more.
I wish i was not born.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poetic pessimism. Thanks