I lost my way, what I got going away.
Time is there, but how to spend.
Money is there, but what to buy.
Life is there, but how to live.
I have ideal, but what to think.
Then I dream, but what I saw.
In this world, there are many people.
They want to buy, but no money.
They want to live, but no life.
They want to work, but no job.
Then I realize, but I found
I have everything, but no faith.
I have emotion, but cannot express.
I have the way, but no will power.
I have the style, but no passion.
Then I analyze, but I think,
Friends are good, But not all the times.
Life is boring, but you can bear it.
You will posses the money, but lose sometimes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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very true...but faith on allah once lost is difficult to regain....all strife in this world is useless, except the strife of truth...way to allah and the quran