Some are born to live, grow and then die.
Some are born to live, grow and live & they never die.
Some are destined to shine and glitter.
Some are destined to labour and constantly keep polishing to get the SHINE.
Some are looked down upon.
Some are always looked UPTO.
Some are hard workers, some are SMART workers.
Some float on the waves and go with the flow.
Some are courageous to row against the streams.
Some buds bloom and blossom in Spring and then wither away.
Some buds never see the full bloom and fade away too soon too young.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem