Not failure, low aim is crime
Big bangs too produce unique chime.
Blank can not a life's canvas be
With ample strokes of pain n glee.
Youth may pass nurturing aspirations
Intensifying in the run all the emotions.
Hard earned knowledge may come to rescue
Compelling to accept disillusioned ash's residue.
Jot and sorrow, elation n agonizing pain
In which He has soused life of human.
Birth and death two definite destinations'
Opposite though are their own Celebrations.
Life is worth living inspite of all such odds
For the human, loveliest incarnation of God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem