Running from the people,
Running from the sarcasm,
Living without a purpose is a kind of travesty! !
Having regret all the time for doing something else in the past!
But not realising it though,
Looking through the reason for not to be happy.......
Trying to make stressed time from everything..
Trying to blackmail the present for not to live the future...
Crying over everything because don't know How To Live!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Learning to live is, of course, an art and should come naturally. Unlearning what we learned from others is equally important. For each life is unique, as is each individual. Great work.4*