Who am I
And what am I doing,
For whom the life is
And why to survive.
Billions of lives are
Taking birth on this planet
And Every single day
Millions are going away.
But from where are they coming
And where to go,
What is the reality of life on Earth
Why the truth is so.
Is the Earth a platform
To stop and rest
As a part of long journey
All of us are guest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
"…all of us are guests"… resonating the Indian philosophy.. beautiful