Doll smiles in the case
But its beautiful face
Something has to tell
That’s lost in the race
Race of life’s struggle
That often smuggles
Every joy and pleasure
And on the face giggles
The life appears running
But it’s still and cunning
Gives pain wrapped in joy
And blows hard stunning
Smiling out we take a race
Know not whom we chase
But chocked with stillness
Like the doll in the case
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem