Life is an eternal flow,
It is often a catching glow.
Life is often a passing show,
Here, we are friends and foe.
Life is a stream,
Life is a monochrome.
Sometimes, it is a haunting scream,
Sometimes, it is a silken dream.
Many taverns we live in,
Many dales we go by.
Moments form an endless chain,
Moments leave in us singular sighs.
Life prompts many clues
We, but fail to grab those cues.
In the end, it is all an emotional heap,
Dales are lost and we simply weep.
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26/04/2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your ideas are good. But your rhyming is forced. A poem need not rhyme at all to be a good poem. Rhyme shhould come naturally.....! !