While There Is Life
From the days we could see..
The eyes never fail to glance the beauty;
The ears use to hear with gladness,
'Till now is full of emptiness.
The nose is to smell all the scents
Through fragrance of nature without ceases;
The mouth use to utter speech'
With the tongue's unsatisfied complaints.
While life is with us..
Everything we have is not enough,
W e aspire vast wishes and dreams
Work in the field, carry the pain.
Torment, grief, sadness will diminish
Only to obtain the goal without regret.
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