Amidst, oh worries
Aiming to me - -
Woke up with worries
Oh many ye
Life's is in many queues
Oh few drops of dew's
Thoughts of infinite, possible in this cube
Many. we all are in the same ball.
Paradise where we paralyze.
Nothing comes immortal
Once we are here we are going to perish!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem