Life is like an autumn breeze
Falling leaves... and barren trees
A Hope to surrender... none at ease
Why is Life such a tease? ....
Vivid memories and broken dreams...
Life is so unfair now it seems
Why are some fed with golden spoons?
A life they live is that of a cocoon
Yet there are others who suffer the ill
Causing them miseries and pain if it will
Where is the guiding force that dwells?
I ask to seek why life is a hell?
Why not for those who have the means?
What is HE trying to prove and conceal?
Yet prevailing darkness, for some I say
In spite you pray to HIM every day....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is pessimistic meena.you are looking at the dark side.Raising questions thru out but with a poetic touch.