All to loss,
All to feel,
All to disappear.
But some are to react,
Some others are to miss,
Yet others are to study
The life and the situation.
But I am to read
And write life with
So many sketches.
I am in mystery, true.
But I am not clueless
To discover the truth.
I find all here, in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem