When a man goes out and made no income at the end of the day he feels useless and becomes useless
When he thinks he is useless he starts to fail
When he say's (I have fail) he falls from been poor to been very poor
He used his mind wrongly
A man is made in his mind
He died in his mind
He was duped in his mind
It is not the bullet that killed the man but the fear of death because he feels like he is dead
Your mind is the is the key to all you want in life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem