We were in a world;
The world pushed us
into another world.
With river of tears,
We reached the other world,
But we saw trees, stars, mountain...
We saw different faces.
Then, we heave a sigh of joy.
A sigh saying:
This is a wonderful world.
We thought,
We have reached our world.
We thought,
We have reached our destination.
We embraced her glory.
Alas, her glory is sinking us.
The world has unveiled her paths:
A path of transient bliss,
And a path of lasting bliss;
A path to a perfect world.
Which path should i take?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem. Will we ever get a perfect world. Time will tell.