Since time immemorial the story has been continuing,
It never ends,
The ruthless hands of the master class are uncompromising,
The workers are deceived by their visible or invisible tricks.
The civilization has progressed with the time,
But injustice is rampant in it,
The strength of the inhuman force has developed in the flesh and blood of the employer,
They mock at the real meaning of the civilized world,
Evidently, the rule of the society is such that
The workers are convinced in a way to bring everything for their superior's benefit,
The situation never alters,
The labor and diligence of the workers are trivial and less important to their masters,
Their black fate never ends,
It just comes in different and myriad forms to them
And we foolishly take pride in our modern and progressive world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem