Life keeps spinning
even we want pausing
to grasp our breathing
because we need enlightening
Life is hard to define
because life itself can never be refine
we struggle to make a dime
to make our life fine
Life brought tears
for us to feel fear
to find ways how we can cheer
to stay clear that life
can never be real.....
without ENDURING SUFFERING....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem