The last ten years of school are past,
The present class is far-far away from happiness,
Where you strive hard day and night to get recognition.
With the teachers again and and telling'
'These two years drift are the building blocks of your future.
Do hard work and get success.'
These two drift us away from from ourselves,
In the quest of earning fame and name.
But a question arises in my mind:
'What is the need of drifting away from own personalities,
When one can rule the world by his capabilities? '
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I would like to translate this poem
Your teachers told the right thing. Those two years were (are) indeed the building blocks, now I do realize from hindsight.