Turbulence,
Life is but a battered ship,
With painful, ragged sails,
Looking for a port to rest,
To escape the Wind's cold wails.
Up and down and ocean bound,
We're thrown from here to there,
Happiness sometimes exists,
The problem is just Where?
A very dismal picture of life! In fact life is a tortuous journey through turbulent seas..... Any time billows may rise high and batter our vessel! But sometimes the journey is smooth.... enjoy such chosen moments! We cannot end our journey half way! Somehow, we have to reach the port! A very poignant write!
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I would like to translate this poem
Ah, that is the question! And unquestionably a 10 as a poem.