I will awake in the morning
When the alarm rings in my mob application
It is only a wish and confidence my own
That depends on chances of survival
Life itself we know are lot of chances
Anything occur anything gain, or perish
The time is the essence of things of happenings
The beauty of life itself is the unpredictable ways
Destined to happenings and ends and fortunes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem