Everyone’s eyes are closed,
To the pain we go through,
The suffering, our tears and sweat.
No time to play
To scream, to shout,
But to face what is before us.
Love for our books used to drive us,
But now the criticism
And the repayment factor are part of the deal.
That’s why people die
Cry and bleed,
But at the end,
Its futile.
Because if we die,
When we die,
The day we die,
It all goes away – puff.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true..................................beautifully wtitten..cheers to the wisdom: -) 10.