No understanding
No comfort
No joy
Still we live
And want to live
More and more.
No ideals,
Only rituals.
No truth,
Only falsehood.
Yet we want to live
More and more.
We are suppressed
We are indisciplined
We are ugly
Yet we live
And we want to live
More and more.
No word to describe,
Nothing to do,
But we are to live
And we are living
Living with so called
Pleasure and
Living in pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But we are to live and we are living. Life thy name is living. Nice idea Rev sir.