There was limitless happiness
On my birth
As all parents feel such greatness
On this Earth
Have beautiful dreams and hopes
From us all
About our future's ropes
Not to see us fall
But as we grow older day by day
in our life
Our dreams are scattered in air as hay
And find it on knife
Life seems tough and bitter for those
Who think it is so
And life is never with same pose
Such men never stop to go
Life is a battle between truth and lie
And tells which is to win
It is a gift to live not to die
But for those who commit no sin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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