I have wasted attention of my eyes towards you,
You are free to serve to others,
You are free to earn for rich and riche.
You keep thinking of your great freedom,
You built many of lie grinds and lies upto life time,
You and your great freedom being unemployed,
You may ask as a tool fixed in your mind.
You may hang with somebody many times,
You love most precious things but one day end over.
You may claim one day that to live
Not like a tool but as a sensitive.
There is no need to choose freedom
You are free but his freedom is sad
Under the shining starts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem