Ere you look at the time
It is far spent in tranquility
Neither the doors northe window to suffer
Upon your non chalant attitude
The environment serenity is merry
Though some felt it is suffering
Sometimes you felt relieved and believed
Sitting and sleeping in tranquility
Thinking about yourself and life
Making asharp turn in a life corner
Personally feeling what life is
My thinking should reflect when this is over
But I missed the outer world
No sorrows, no thinking
Argument with unnecessary favor occupied your time
Where people shout over nothing
And mad over everything
But which is better and serve as the best?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully composed. Interesting.