They might have left you alone
to drift and move along
as wind blows with no seeming direction
They might have brought you here with great hope
and the crowd nurtured all desires
and you harboured aspirations that beat all reason
The real world holds you in its arms now
It's a different parent from the ones who soothed and inspired
It lists everything and propounds only one dismal end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Raj, such an inspiring poem...10+++