The world full of comparison
Where there is no scope for passion
It's a war of aggression
Where you can't find a weapon named affection
We only need some attention
And you'll ransom tension
There's a misery of limitation
Which even becomes a priority over profession
By destroying our ambition
All you get is satisfaction
You bring our career to abolition
And name it position
But we state it an action
Of frustration or dissatisfaction
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a fantastic poem. It shows the real side of the world.