Life is absurd and lived through by all.
To live is to struggle against all odds.
To hunt and compete for food is the urge.
To flee and compete for escape is the drive.
Accidents are there; disasters are there.
Desires and fears are at war throughout life.
Fate is the ruler, to whom all are slaves.
Life is meaningless and pursued as race.
04.10.2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem