What is life?
I question thee,
For to its fullest I cannot see,
How long shall I live?
A question to which an answer I cannot give,
Yet! All I know in my life I live it so,
That all I do may silently glow,
In the dark,
For years to come,
That I may help thee from thy slum,
In return, I do not want,
For if I take, my guilt would haunt,
So what I did,
I silently do,
For what I do is simply true.
Not only me,
But! In this world there are to be,
Be of equal,
Be of worse!
Be of better,
Classifying them is such a curse!
All in all,
We all are good,
And continue forth,
Must! We should!
The last day would come,
Like the dying sun,
So when that day comes,
There is no need to look back,
For your's and my life's race we'd won.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really great poem. Liked it.