For We Humans, Life would be blissful without any Qualm
Ever Wondered the struggle of other life forms, Dawn to Dusk
Glory or Dust, they thrive every moment, even in the storm
Play along with the Musical tune of Life, Dance but not to busk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are mean people so we for only our dreams. No time left to think how others survive.