This life,
These imperfections,
These endless struggles,
These turmoils,
These lines,
That bespeak
The ignominy
Of the being,
Of faith lost
Of strife that is forever
life thus mocked?
Oh, I beg to differ
To a life thus created
I would look at things brighter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
quite the introspect into the mind on things we have come to know