Life is a music and we are the
composers constantly composing,
Mostly harsh and jarring notes;
The solitary tune of a solitary soul!
Play life's music as a soft lullaby,
With life's pain and sufferings on a
minor key,
And it's happiness as a major note!
Play the crescendo at the end,
For life's transient happy moments,
Makes up in height,
What it lacks in length!
'life's transient happy moments, Makes up in height, What it lacks in length! ' is good. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes a single line is enough for a poem. For example- 'Life is a music and we are the composers constantly composing, '. Very beautiful poem.10...