Reason of living
Not known,
Yet we are all
Living.
Beauty is there
In its place,
Love is there
As it is.
But we are busy
In fighting
For nothing.
We are very careful
While listening our
Own music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beauty is there In its place, Love is there As it is......................yes love is there everywhere, beautiful write