The world is not that bad
If we are fairly good.
The world is not that sad
If we don't suck us and then brood!
Jet fast life is our choice.
We play DJ to make a noise!
Race horse run has short thrill;
What may sap out huge zeal!
Smoggy view may clog the air.
We blame fate and call it unfair!
Too smart brains breed issues;
Many hearts bleed and damage tissues!
Things in a litter bin come to the brink.
They are our refuse and we daily shrink!
We create a catastrophe and look for a savior.
Battle lingers though it eats up many a martyr!
Joy rests in and out; everywhere.
Yet we sell and buy in a big bazaar!
We make easy things hard everyday
And like rich crops turn into a stack of hay!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem