One’s living is akin to
a book off the rack
Distinctive in character
but varied from stack
A plot wisely envisaged
true core thence strived
With innumerable rigors
slow nurturing devised
Facets intricately spun
with stupefying intrigue
Chronicled to project
the ultimate mystique
All pages linked with
a part of next thread
Rancor and the amity
get concurrently bred
In unknown it dabbles
around doubts revolves
Posing own quandaries
similarly most resolves
Chapters in continuity
vie for attention rapt
Reflecting life’s density
with rejoinders truly apt
At start one yearns for
what is after next bend
How rapidly it slips past
on reaching near the end
Most are taken lightly
few misjudged on face
Some leave impression
others lost sans a trace
Substance is what matters
not the way it gets clad
Proof is joyous continuance
not facets of bygone sad`
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I would like to translate this poem
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