There is no coin sans head and tail
So in life and death the truth entail
Either way life is full of romance
All depends on how you glance
Some even in the face of death dance
Some in spite of wealth get no chance
Some drink the cup of life to its last lease
Like Ulysses ever ready to search new seas
Tired lotus eaters just languish on the shore
For them, life doesn't have much fun in store
Glory of life lies in dying like a hero
Else life means nothing, its absolute zero.
People, on the pyres of heroes throng
Celebrations and fairs are held life long
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The glory of life lies in its variety and diversity which has been portrayed through close observation and through literary classics. Enjoyed reading it. Goes into 'my favourite' list. Thanks for sharing,