It is true that life is indeed a journey
One minute you are breathing
another minute you are gasping for your last breath
Life is truly a riddle
A riddle not to be solved by the idle
Some depart too soon
As life is as concave as a mettalic spoon
This life is all but a blur
An illusion to the mind
And a force to reckon with
Let us live it to our level best
Uphold the necessary norms forget the rest
Hate, envy, lust let's get it out of our chest
For as each day elapses we creep close to the grimm reaper
Six feet under we will be layed, as that is the bitter truth
Folks both young and old
Let us atone for the end time stories foretold
Are so real to be ignored
Life is a race
Everyone has a starting point and a finish line
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem