Man is known
By virtue of his own
What all he does!
And drives
Where else he tries?
He looks at hollow sky
But finds glimmer of hope
That makes him not to stop
He has quality
To face with an ability
That is seen as positive sign
To stay among people and reign
What contribution he makes?
Keeps bitter pills for self and offers cake
For all those who need
And tries to heed
We shall seek no more
And try to explore
That is not going to help in real
Only mind wants to feel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Man is known By virtue of his own