Life makes no sense
if it lacks some essence
to many it sounds mere non-sense!
A Cradle in childhood
A Cot in between
A Cot sans legs in the end
Knows everyone nothing comes with
Knows everyone nothing goes with
Unknown to all the veil of illusion
With a cry we enter this world
With cries for and against we live this life
With cries of our beloved we leave this world
With cries all around we crave for comforts and pleasures!
Heaven is dear, Hell is near
Haves and have-not's holding them here
Blessed are some cursed are many
Cursed are the workforce blessed are the masters
Life is a desert with no place for the poor
Life is a whirlpool with no scope to escape
Life is a volcano with no gauge to face its rage
Life is lifeless without money and status
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is lifeless without money and status. True to certain extent. good.