Life
World is full of despondence, agony and pain
We hope for good things in vain
Some beautiful dreams beckon us
From a morbid world to a world of pleasures
Every day we imagine a beautiful dream
To forget the fact that life is grim.
Our forefathers say that life is a beauty
But in reality, life is full of duty.
People keep themselves busy in various tasks
Where is beauty-an intelligent never asks
We sow seeds in this world
To reap harvest in another world-says the herald.
Shakil Ahmed.
Life is an enchanted palace, every room has a door that opens in another room, and when one enters in a dark room, he never returns to describe what he saw there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We sow seeds in this world To reap harvest in another world-says the herald Great ending for a great poem!