Joy of cartoon
Pain like hot noon
A face hidden in that
Life is like that.
An arrow strikes without bow
It's a fever with temperature low
Just it's a broken bat
Life is like that.
It has no wide road
And always in remote mode
It's a crowd fat
Life is like that.
You have to worry
You have to hurry
A soldier on chess mat
Life is like that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely little poem that tries to define the nuances through which the life has to flow. Nicely crafted and beautifully rhymed. Thanks for sharing this great poem.