Life was pure challenge
And it was managed
The life went on smoothly
To match easily and peacefully
It was like chariot
Where we sometimes acted as an idiot
Sometimes wise
But always surprised
It was of such mixture
Where we shaped our future
With pain and agony
It was always blessed with by an almighty
Now we need rest again
And maintain
Calm life with no more worries
To carry till the end
Life shall be confined to room
With memory as final bloom
The fragrance shall be about to fade
Now time to say good bye and bade
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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