As an insult
It is wrong on part
To dream about good start
Live with congenial atmosphere
And feel no fear
Who will not like this?
There is no fee
For dreaming such world
But does such fold ever exist?
You may have different wishes
An easy going life to finish
With all dreams come true
And happily pass through
Believe me real world is not so
Where you can silently pass or go
Live without disturbance from others
And feel no fears
Even rich nations create problems
For poor nations
Exploit and impose restrictions
As we humans do on downtrodden
So we may wish many things
But something is always going wrong
It is proving difficult
And we feel life here as an insult
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So we may wish many things But something is always going wrong It is proving difficult And we feel life here as an insult