We'll be like this until the day we die.
Some cannot change
It is too late now, they say
Some refuse to change
This is the right way to live
Some cannot afford to change
Inferiority sets in.
Reasons are many.
We've got to live like this until that day
Whether we like it or not
Many lives pass by
passing, unnoticed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem