We are all made up of different drops of sorrow,
Intermingled with some drops of happiness,
So live fully for we know not if tomorrow,
Will be made of broken paths of loneliness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sorrow and happiness are spices that make the life worth living. Life would have been a heap of boredom in absence of such totally contradictory feelings. Enjoyed the thought provoking poem. Thanks for sharing.