How many times?
How many crimes?
Occur in this city
How many emotions?
How much devotion?
Still left in our kitty?
Will it ever show?
That reality the crow
Is very very ditty?
But you live everyday.
Suffer, be sad, be gay.
Pointless, little catty
There is no choice
I’ll still raise my voice,
It might seem batty
The only four letter word
Disgraceful in this world
Is a word called pity
It is true, every soul is craving for self pity, which indicates a weakness, as you say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the emotion is displayed perfectly on this poem! outstanding