I've learnt to live in a world where my odds are pure reflection of my errors, but then i noticed that even the most deadly things seem to exist for a purpose, even the most beautiful smile you see around are not totally genuine but also worn for a purpose.
So in life's phases, everything is seasonal, a period, and era for a particular purpose. And until we find the reason behind everything that happens, life will continue to be a mystery even if the things we encounter are pure basis of Rationality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very perceptive write. Genuine thoughts to ponder about. Beautifully conveyed.