WHAT IS THIS LIFE
It provides sadness and happiness,
it makes us laugh like flowers,
it makes us weep like clouds
to see the moon of dreams,
it laughs like child Krishna,
it is welcomed by success and failures,
its path is very difficult,
it is bounded by small threads,
of breaths,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You touched on a real point in frality of life and it's illusivness