Life manifests in things,
That often go unnoticed.
Her humped back,
Akin to a camel,
Roams the desert,
In search of salvation.
The only real thing,
Is the phoenix of hope,
Which rises from the ashes,
Again and again and again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
years of search has not given any answer to the question on life....this poem is good