One can say
But can’t save
From the distress.
Distress can devastate
Can’t construct things
Turmoil of time can
Pull down and down
Till the end of drowning.
Ill thought so also ill talk
Accelerates the momentum
Of distresses a person faces
At the prime end.
Very often we blame the luck
But all our ill deeds in life
Reign over every happening
And we have to tolerate it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem