The sun departs assuring hope,
Knocking perpetual miseries.
People yearn for a fulfilling life,
Apprehensive of qualms and mysteries.
The thought of hope exits the minds,
Relentless damage done to world,
Takes hope away, and causes blind
The eyes of minds of all.
Promises broken soon than made,
Each day sun rises and shines bright.
The brightness- but devoid of light;
They wonder should they ever strive?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem