Like this torn paper,
my heart exists in my life,
for it is the only one,
that everyone tries to bite.
My life is like sand,
which is barren for the whole life,
thirsty to get water,
hungry to get a plant life.
Like this torn paper,
my heart exists in my life,
for it is the only one,
that everyone tries to bite.
My life is like the door,
slammed every night,
for noone is there to close it,
even for one moment of time.
My life is like this torn paper,
underestimated for its life,
which never can be praised,
NEVER! IN NO TIME
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
though life is difficult but all good things also exist in this very world....ur poem is good.