Why we find life
bored and tired..
an enigma & satire..
miffed n mire...
life meant for
mirth n gay
is taken away by...
sorrow-dismay...
why we get to the ground...
why we loose...
life is meant for fighting back
& filling the life with happy tunes....
life is not a journey....
pass it away..
it is meant for living
with joy in all the way...
just try to live...
& live up to the life....
life is not meant for...
dismal-decay...
just live life to the fullest...
to touch the zenith away.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem