Life is but
An acute source of trouble.
And trouble is nothing
But the life that flourishes.
Life is a dream,
And the life is also
covered by the dreams.
Thinking everything okay
We start our journey
Through the dreams,
But the dreams, if high,
Can enable us to proceed forward.
We know perfectly well,
We can't march without looking backward.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If dream is high can proceed forward..nice