Life is like a canvas
And we are the painter
None other but we shall paint
We shall paint the life of our own
Adding colours to the life
we shall shape our life
Holding the brush on hand
we shall paint with rhythm of life
life is not pre destined
But life is like gravity
That holds us down
We are to choose to walk, dance or jump
Similarly we are to make choices in life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good...........