With an unseen noose tied around necks
all of us live under unknown surveillance
the other end of noose held by a powerful force
pulls the noose to the likes of its choice
great is the force to offer any resistance
no way out there except to follow
while getting used comes again a pull
like this goes on over and again
the noose is the illusion
the force is the destiny
the pull is the change
the victim is the life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem