One never knows if someone,
Is a hater or a poet.
A fighter who despises lies,
Or sings on tune.
But what is felt within us soon,
Becomes to others noticed.
However long it takes,
It will be shown as it blooms.
If living time does fly away,
No one here stays forever.
And those who live will find time,
Flies away.
If living time does fly away.
And,
It is better to live each day..
Before time is erased.
One never knows if someone,
Is a hater or a poet.
A fighter who despises lies,
Or sings on tune.
But what is felt within us soon,
Becomes to others noticed.
However long it takes,
It will be shown as it blooms.
If living time does fly away,
No one here stays forever.
And those who live will find time,
Flies away.
If living time does fly away.
And,
It is better to live each day..
Before time is erased.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem