Still, I am not pessimistic
I woke up in the morning full of hope,
But what did I see?
What is this?
Prices have gone up,
People have been left stranded,
Life is in one place,
And people are in another.
My hope has vanished
My heart is filled with sorrow
The color drained from my face
What happened to us?
A hope
Still, I am not pessimistic
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem