Life Is Strange - Poem by Ravi Kopra
Life is strange in many ways -
To some you give happiness, to others all sorrows
You smile even when someone is in pain
And bring sorrows when happiness abounds.
Strangers sometime wound our hearts
Well wishers sometime give us troubles
Sometime you sooth aching hearts
Sometime you pain happy hearts.
Sometime you bless us with full heart
Sometime you bring all ill wills
Sometime your drink is very sweet
Sometime you taste like poison bitter.
Sometimes you brings laughter among us
Sometimes you tell us to live on sorrows
Sometimes you gently heal our wounds
Sometimes you smile and we forget our wounds.
Why do you in your strange ways remind us of our past wounds?
Many pass all their lives in sorrows, and still
Why do you never give them a single happy spring to live?
Why do you promise us that everyday we will live in spring?
This is a translation of the poem Ye Jindagi Badi Ajeeb Hoti Hai by pushpa p. parjiea
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