life exists....
where love and hatred
embrace themselves,
in the fragrance of flowers,
or in the heart of people.
life exists,
in the light of hope
and in the passing of time,
in a deaf mans ears,
as a commotion of words.
life exists,
in the eyes of the blind
for hopes of vision of tomorrow.
in the cry of a mad man,
in the hunger for existence,
or in the labour of a child.
life exists,
in the heart of untruth,
deceit, greed and lies.
and life certainly exists
in the silent witness
as the soul,
measuring the heaviness of the heart!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem