Towards life what we think,
Or the dreams which usually sink;
Is it the verdict of hell,
or the hope that all's well.
If problems are meant to stay,
There will always be a way;
If happiness is too long,
Understand that something is wrong.
God is an architect,
who wants everything to be perfect,
Hence he mixed 'cry' with 'joy'
Or else life will get 'destroy'.
No one is so blessed to always smile,
But life is best for a while,
Use that moment to cherish,
All your miseries will perish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem