WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF BEING HERE?
TO THIS WORLD FULL OF UNCERTAINTY
IN WAKING UP DAILY
IT'S STILL THE SAME MOSTLY
THE DAILY ROUTINE IN EVERY MORNING
WITHOUT QUESTIONING
JUST DO THE JOB COMPLETELY
TIME WILL PASSES BY UNNOTICELY
AND THE BRIGHTNESS OF THE SKY
FADING SLOWLY
FEELING EXHAUSTED LASTLY
GOING TO BED TRYING TO LIE DOWN SOFTLY
CLOSING THE EYES NICELY
ALMOST FORGETTING WHO WAKE US UP DAILY
WITHOUT THANKING 'HIM' AFTER THE SUFFERING
WE ARE STILL BREATHING
SO WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF BEING HERE?
MAYBE TO APPRICIATE WHAT LIFE CAN BRING
AFTER THE CRYING.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
''TIME WILL PASSES BY UNNOTICELY AND THE BRIGHTNESS OF THE SKY FADING SLOWLY'' nice reflection about time and space..nice poem..10