Excess speeding without a view of where to alight
Hurrying to the front with no clue to settling down
Recycling of act without sticking to a plan
Frequent battling on issues with no positive response
There is so much of a low current;
In a life that is left untarred.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another wonderful poem... thanks for sharing