Life is like a color box;
Different colors in it,
Are the different stages of life;
Some for happiness, Some for sorrows.
Life is like a rainbow;
Where it ends, no one knows,
Life starts like the colors darkens;
And ends as the rainbow fades.
Life is like a canvas;
And the paintings are our deeds,
whether light or dark;
we`ll paint whatever we do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This Is A Good Poem, Read Mine Well Done, - 'Because It Ends'