Life is a road, a road not straight
Like a path in the woods
A road that decides our fate
A path where one moves with time that never stood
Life is a leaf
It will grow, dry, fall
Life is brief
But that is the fate of all
Live is a river, it has a source
In the end it meets the heavenly sea
There, ends its life force
Like all of you and me
Life is a gift
Sent from the skies
Life is swift
With no time for goodbyes
Welcome to PH, Raunaq! This appears to be the first poem that you have posted on this site. A good start. Here's hoping you will have many more!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow nice keep writing more poems like this