Sometimes my mind starts reflecting
On the bygone days of yesterday
And I think of how my life's been shaped,
By little things that happened along the way.
Life often does not follow the path,
Of a plan all mapped out ahead.
Little events, that just seems to happen,
Sometimes determines life's course instead. And I sometimes wonder if there's a reason,
For the life of each person, one and all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem