Nobody likes me:
Let them not like
People find fault with me:
Let them find fault
Mind has become dull:
Let it be
No motivation to march forward
Let the equilibrium be maintained
Not getting sleep:
Let sleep does not come
And
Let me live in the passive voice
till good times come for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hope gud time has come, which really everybody longs for...
you may be true...