Life is a mist,
lasting for a while,
Life is a smoke,
fleeting like a smile.
At the crack of dawn;
You came to being,
At the verge of dusk;
You will cease to be.
Life can be bliss,
can to be stress,
Like a beautifully rose,
Whose thorn do pricks.
Just do your best,
Not to fail the test.
Though long; complete the race.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great finishing of a poem with a great start... it really lasts for a while but we have to complete and win the race. love it.