Life is a many splendor things
Like rainbow portrays zest it brings
as multiphase colors blend in the azure sky
A picturesque panorama where birds love to fly
But life is not all bed of roses
Like weather has also many poses
As the cloud darkens in instant change
The raindrops fall in duet with thunder range
In time it consoles the broken heart
of a soul who walks in the rain so hurt
left alone by his love with no one to hold
traverse the aisle of despair, forlorn and cold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem