Life is a mystery
which only time and patience can unravel
No wonder it is said the future depends
on what we do in the present...
Life blows the wind of bliss
and sorrows along with it
which only the prayerful ones
are able to triumph over it’s hurdles
and become the men of value
who have the key to success
Life is a tragedy for those who feel
And a comedy for those who think
Life is therefore a compilation of time
It is now our utmost duty to either use it
but not to disrespect it
Life is volatile
and should not be mishandled
as it may evaporate...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem