What is lifespan?
Where it breaks?
And its threads?
How life plays
With the light and
With the darkness?
Is life symbolic
Of almighty,
Or is it narrative?
Is life a poem,
It is it a prose piece?
But I am sure life is
Not fragile and
Not also strong enough
To move or to go.
But let me say
Life is a vision
On the road of
Truth and love.
Let us know and
Understand life
On this earth
With the presence of
So many stars.
In timeless sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem