I find life very hard
Still I look forward
Aim high
And try to fly
It gets smooth sailing
With all finest things
At disposal with least effort
The ship is anchoring nicely at port
I look at sky
And wonder with why!
Why people are not created equal?
And compelled to play role double
Rich are getting richer
Poor remain poorer
There is no opportunity or good offer
He has only to suffer
I look at helplessness
That gives me stress
I apologetically complain
And go under pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good Muhammad Khalid Khan3 minutes ago Nice poem