This Book Of Life, Alas What A strange one it is? ?
For Some A beautiful dream, For Some a Painful Agony.
For Some resting shade, for some burning desert
somewhere in some other form of Tragedies.
Many faces does it hide in itself, what a strange mask it is.
To some it Gives everything, To some it snatches everything.
To Some a Moment of Joy, To some a Moment of Misfortunes.
Somewhere it snatches every happiness & somewhere Merciful limitless.
For Some A beautiful dream, For Some a Painful Agony.
This Book Of Life, Alas What A strange one it is? ?
somewhere river of tears flow, Somewhere Happiness overwhelming! !
To Some Rain of Blessings, To Some season of drought....
This Book Of Life, Alas What A strange one it is? ?
For Some A beautiful dream, For Some a Painful Agony.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My grandmother used to say - in the book of life God wrote peoples destiny, to some people he wrote with pen, to others with charcoal. The charcoal got smugged and that is way some peoples lives are confusion and agony....