how often we think
that life is easy
we always cope up
whatever it will be
the joy we may feel
is part of pleasure we gain
as an honor from our endeavor
a happy heart that hard to attain
indeed the pain is our trials
as we took all the challenged
and never ending mistakes
but our fearless eyes maybe
to face what will be going to be.
as time runs so fast
our beautify leads to fade
and yes the scare that left
but memories of love remain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem