I used to think
About the surrounding
That cheers me sometime
That discourages me sometime
Confuses me sometime,
Forces to death sometimes and
Makes me to live again
When I asked my father
What is this?
He answered that
This is called as life
Full with struggle
Full of adventures and
Full of colours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
struggle adventures colors all in one, good writing.