No opposition,
But opposite result,
All are there.
All illusory,
And living therein
Mandatory.
Imminent danger-
Living itself, though.
Nothing is permanent,
Nothing is here,
No sorrow no happiness,
No hell no heaven,
Yet, all busy in rivalry,
All make attractive
To spectators, they compress
Into a confined space, though.
Cruel life, know not,
And in unpolish manners,
Deals with mother,
Motherland and
Mother language and
Challenge own identity.
Cruciferous is the life,
Failed to recognized
By anyone.
Men, stay cautious,
Crown Prince may go away
From you,
In search of the truth,
Knowing well that
Life is never a blunder.
Rawness is there, though.
But dear, let us enjoy
The croupier, present here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
life gives always opposite result in this illusory world