From the dust I have come
To the dust someday I will go
When alive I may rise up to the sky
On my death I will lie low
In between birth and death
Life runs like a bouncing stream
Till the silence falls, life ceases
To be real and ends like a dream
In between birth and death Life runs like a bouncing stream Till the silence falls, life ceases....the reality, the truth!
Nicely planned the poem on life.from dust to dust is the fact of everyone's life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just glorious..... thanks a lot.....