when the season of spring come,
the flowers spreed the colours & breeze.
when the birds sings the worldless songs,
but its means pleasure, joy, happiness & love.
when sunrises with great glow,
the life, the light appear & darkness go.
when earth filled with joy and love,
and nature dance with the flow.
thats all the game of god,
sometimes it filled with sarrow,
sometimes it filled with hope.
thats what the game of god is.
bushra ul hussaini
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem