How do you fancy in this world...
Sing for people, to enchant their minds..
Or dance like couple, for people who cheer..
Make an art with false colors, which people stare and adore..
Or make a sport, to get fame and some sweet money...
Make a garden where jasmine smells..
Or make a doctor, where spirit smells..
Make an engineer who makes marvel wonders...
Or make a sculpture, for minds who pray..
Make a home for that family you care,
Or just leave home if you really care..
Make a love with someone dear,
Or make people who love you sincere..
Make a life so sweet and sour..
For all the mistakes you make...
For the people who hate..
Be so selfish to lead your life..
For someone who loves..
Lives upstairs..
For all he cares of what you do..
Let him do and you just act..
Be yourself and just react..
For all this world is a fancy jinx..
Jumble and rumble with someone or none
For true love is just a silhouette out of this world..
Which we see and live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem, the feelings ot the poet is well expressed, i like it,