if life be a beguiling stranger,
strolling amid illusioned glee;
the soul be its ultimate face,
in the ocean of a futile sea..
life the journey is purpose unknown,
embracing dejected hope so pathetically grown.
it is but the deception not traced, .
moaning every moment like a beleagured mermaid.
life is a shadow of darkness untold,
leaving every moment with sadness to behold..
life is thus the voyage of futile birth,
where like shadow,
we clinch to illusioned worth...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It gives a clear picture of life without purpose!