Many wise men who came to meet it wondered too,
Predetermined or freely in our weak hands?
Do you even care at all, or you're just cool?
The solution is just returning to the sand?
Well then ponder over these, old age and its regret,
Youth and its perpetual misery of folly,
Look at time, how it changes and destroy Kingdoms,
Why must we jubilate at all and not discuss?
What is happiness, if not a temporal laugh,
followed by tears that flows from the deeper hearts,
Many religions claiming to teach us the path
Yet men embrace sin, shunning away from the light.
Beautiful title and wonderful write up deserving a 10++. Please kindly check my poem HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Yet men embrace sin, shunning away from the light' - that's an inbuilt frailty of men. Some can return to piety, some cannot.