The birth is at the mercy of the death.
The life is a battle where the birth wages war.
Fears eat desires; losses cut profits;
Failures chase successes; sorrows kill joys.
Anxieties are the custodian of peace.
Threats come from rivals and enemies.
Threats come from unexpected quarters.
Each birth realizes that birth is a curse.
It's not in its hand but in its parents'.
29.07.2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
birth is a curse really as scriptures say But we have nectar, let us find its way.