The birth is thrust; the death is looming.
In between hangs life, struggling to exist.
The struggle invites pain and sufferings.
Climax is old age. Rebirth is then cursed.
30.05.2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is true that we begin the process of dying the moment we are born into this world. Interesting poem.