Feel sound
The ship that has no passengers on board
So it carries no load
Some goods may be lying here and there
But who is there to care?
We may be living
And believing
In isolation
With no more relation
Such life may be ideal
For those who feel
That it is full of treachery and deception
So better avoid no more addition
Generally such words are spoken
It is really fact and creates confusion
Whom to believe and whom to refuse?
Such things emerge often in daily refuge
You know nothing about good friends
With the fear that they may turn at the end
Stab from the back and ditch you on ground
Such fears sometimes feel sound
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You know nothing about good friends With the fear that they may turn at the end Stab from the back and ditch you on ground Such fears sometimes feel sound