To be is to be
whatever one may interpret from,
for life is a beautiful piece of art.
Yet, like art it has no primary function
other than to be itself.
Therefore, it can mean that life has no exact meaning,
unless it is first processed by the mind,
which provides an interpretation
which can then be further adjusted
by each individual until
find the own viewpoints.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely penned -10 anjali