Walking along narrow pathways, finding our ways forward, practicing daily, our individual likes and dislikes.
Wandering into and out of jams we get ourselves into, how does life put up with our insecurities and doubts?
We find our ways through entangled weeds and jungles we've put in the way ourselves.
Mysteries of life continue as we wend our ways to death's doorstep - at times, even messing that up when we live moment to moment in dire need of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem