I dare to write an English poem. :) I know a lot will be wrong. Not everything will be perfect, yet it is the faulty first step in the way of the future. The poem has been dedicated to the all honorable steemians sir.

I'm walking alone on the chest of the world,
I'm thinking, for what should I dedicate my unnecessary blood.

I'm trying to hide myself,
by the view of the earth, I'm nothing but a thief.

I'm stealing every time all my knowledge what I acquired,
I'm stealing by not spending and everywhere.

It looks like I'm just a load for the earth,
I indignant myself for unwanted birth