There is beauty in the pain;
There is hope in the imagination;
There is vision in the darkness;
There is warmth in the grace;
There is reward for idleness;
There is wisdom in rumors;
There is return for mistakes;
But there is one thing I forgot;
The light of the ‘Present'.
The life itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem