The world of ecstasy that matter
Not in means of money or power we makes
We enjoys for worldly needs
All have some limitations and certain boring
In far ways of life and afterwards
The world of contentment that seeks
All humans are happy while they learns to be contented
The selfish goals often makes troubles
The deep wounds of guilty conscious it gives
So we can be proud ourselves to be contented
With limitations of enjoyment in minimum needs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem