Life has its own rules
There are wins after losses
At times there are tears,
at others joys,
Its just a game of Noughts and Crosses
Life is an endless road
You stop once and all is lost
You place your feet on your goal
All is yours, at every cost
So what you're not bright like the Sun
So what you don't light everyone's lives
Try and become a lamp instead,
Which the worst of storms survives
Till when will darkness haunt the mind
One day you will surely find
The sorrows that we had to face
Have become joys we now embrace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem