I loved the world although it nev'r deserved;
I loved the people more than how I should;
But what I got was mere ingratitude;
The world goes on in this way rather fast.
Whoever thinks about the neighbor next?
Whoever thinks about the common man?
Whoever thinks about the poor in streets?
Whoever thinks about corruption's rise?
Not many feel abortion is murder;
So many faces known are found missing;
The landscape familiar has changed a lot;
Nothing appears be quite permanent.
The world behaves as if God exists not;
The scientists waste money in seeing space;
They feel as though the earth has nothing new;
They tend to make a world that has no needs!
But human toils are acts of vanity;
Man wastes his precious time small pleasures;
However much secure, you make the earth,
Reminds God, man all he does is a naught!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well said, how most of us are now confused in an enigma now a days! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !