What is life and what are its limits?
When someone ponders, they consider them as philosophers.
When life sucks all emotions and throws in disdain, remains naught
Except ideas and imaginations, they consider them as poets.
To reach the ultimate destination, they surrender to the fate
When only time reveals, they consider them as saints.
Look deep in the mirror and search within,
Before they put a tag on you, identify your purpose.
Inspiring poem. We all need to do introspection time to time.
Fortunate are those who get some purpose to live else we all carry on ourselves.
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Superb. To reach the ultimate destination, they surrender to the fate When only time reveals, they consider them as saints.
Honou to become one of them. When life sucks all emotions and throws in disdain, remains naught Except ideas and imaginations, they consider them as poets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good one. My purpose in to be a poet and love all fellow humans