If life has a motive or a goal,
It is to come out with the soul.
Perhaps whenever a person takes birth,
He /She has a certain amount of life,
With which he/she comes to earth.
And this life comes out and spreads,
Through good thoughts, words and deeds.
But stays inside and depletes,
When we sow evil seeds.
When a person gives out all his life,
And nothing is left in his body.
That person is not dead,
As his life exists as a memory
Of all he did, thought and said....
so plainly explained the entire cycle of life.. and the first two lines are so true and give an amazing beginning to the entire poem.. great work! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank you feels great to know dat someone is reading and appreciating my poetry...