To live a life is here,
But to hide nothing is here,
No one is also here to
Save himself hide from nature.
Hiccup is there I agree,
But you cannot termed hiatus,
It is here I am the minstrel,
And you are all here with me.
Minutely we are to observe life
And life itself is going on its way
Without informing us and we are
Taking pain unnecessarily and
Killing time for nothing and
Presenting ourselves in mockery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem