We are products of
our own enviornment.
Our thinking is mechanical.
We do not think deep.
We do not know
what we really seek.
We do not know
or analyse why we
are not able to be happy.
We are robots
made by our own culture,
enviornment and society.
True self analysis is
our need and art
to become successful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem