Existence wasn't created only;
People die, others come to life.
Life was made as it can be taken;
Like a unicorn in our dreams,
The world generally feels unsafe.
At times, we break into pieces,
At times, we fall to the ground,
In most cases, we fail.
But most importantly, we stand up;
Like a tycoon that never fails.
The journey of life is inevitable,
So is our success in this journey.
We all have a story to tell;
But the basis for these stories, we show little care.
Many at time, we wander in search of answers,
Struggling to conscientize ourselves more
About the very reason for our existence.
That which we seek speaks to us,
Loud as a gong, clear as crystal.
The voices are of old and drenched bones.
Listen now or regret later.
If the owners of tomorrow are ignorant today,
We will all go, cascading down a glorious day in shame.
Pay close attention,
For the 'wrinkled' have admonished.
Hear them and derail from danger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem