World is full of holes and thorns
my moves of gain get stumbling blocks
I fight umpteen times
to be happy with part success.
Gray forces put life at stake
rising prices choke my breath
love is volatile.
I'll make this world a cozy place.
To get the trust of human souls
I've to open sluice gates,
chop off undercurrent moves,
develop equally 'humane traits'.
My Church Father lent an ear to the plan
asked to change myself rather than the world
leaders of a dozen field
offered the same feed in different bowls.
I let the world move happily,
bear the burden of Sisyphus,
curse my luck for all the sweats
and pray, and pray, and pray to God.
11th October,2017.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I truly love this poem. One way it is true, that we start by changing ourselves, but let's never stop there. Keep your ideals alive. I wanted to change the world when I was 12 years old, when I was 18 years old, and now at 54, I still want nothing more than that. Looking back on my life so far, I did change the world a bit already. If all of us keep our ideals alive and change the world a bit, the world will look enormously different in a second. Keep it up!