He
He
Born like a star,
Grows like a plant,
Runs like a hurricane,
Fights like a bull,
And desires to all
is a human being.
At last he dies like a thirsty bird.
He could not able to know
the ultimate goal of his life.
I realize that the goal of
Every human being
must be to make more
and more beautiful to this human world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem