Without holidays, rest and relaxation, one cannot work well
In this mechanical machine like modern material world sure;
Life goes on so sans natural thinking, feeling and deciding
According to one's desire, dream and vision one loves most!
Finishing studies with top marks, one enters into the world
Of job only to work as slave among machines like machines..;
Even after marriage too, one continues that kind of life sans
Doing any family work with respect to wife and children ever!
All goes on mechanically till retirement comes to one to think
About one's personal wish and to fulfil one's desire in life;
But sans the spring of youth, one can only pull on the days
Looking after one's health and live the rest of life in leisure!
Children too grow up like parents and do the jobs they have done
And follow the same track nonstop till retirement comes, unless
Some misfits do their own jobs as they know and wish better than
Best ones in schools, colleges and jobs as they live natural life!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem