Life is
In a continuous chain,
And we live in it
Without any limit.
And we live insight,
With all taste and
Sweetness.
And we utter
The words
In volumes.
And we advice
Other for
No reasons.
And we show
Our pride
How in a
Chronological order
We are here.
And we say
We need nothing
But we kept
Our eyes
In everything.
We forget
The essence
In the true sense.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem