With cheers raining
And, tears too.
Children playing
Adults praying.
Everyone isolates themselves
From themselves,
Yet they care a lot
For others.
Strangers in the own world
They are none others but us.
When it is painful
We blame all but us
When in pleasure
The divine, we never treasure.
Strange ain’t it
We are strangers
In our own world.
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I would like to translate this poem
We are indeed.....excellent write...keep writing... Fahim