We could pray, continuously
Never halt on the seeds of question, life is an arrow
Point of rare stoppage could be a doubt, could be out
Inside sanity laid many plain smiles on memories
But still the wiser will have their name on history
For the game of losing and never win, we play our best
Find the chapter of blessing, angel no demon.
Meaningful observation, attractive style and lifelike imagery...your some poems are very impressive.....Nowadays I m reading and enjoying your poems.
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I would like to translate this poem
so deep and beautiful, you sure have a gift with words, but mostly a depth of spirit, loved it!