Life is hollow
That shall not allow
Any guess
For sources to trace
So many people have tried
And convincingly lied
Yet it has remained beyond reach
Even though lot many things are preached
Some one calls it as perfume
Full of enterprise with volume
Enough of scope to enjoy and stay
With aim and goal to find way
Some one calls it as vacuum
Simple illusion with no aim
Full of pain and agony
To be spent with tension and worry
It is like mysterious ball
Needing an attention with call
New thread to be picked each day
But to end in tragic way
very good malenky malenky1 hour ago very nice Comment +1
Good word usage that creates visualization. Robin Irwin1 hour ago All in all, I feel that Life has its ugliness, but it also has its beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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