What does it take to survive?
Luck?
Hope and compassion?
Common sense?
So many ways, but none we can be sure of.
We cannot measure the thoughts of others
Their actions may contribute to our pain
And yet we see the best in everyone
Who will be the lucky ones?
No matter,
Our hands are with god and there we rest
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Out of so many ways we can ensure one way. This is difficult to measure the thoughts. But still we hope to measure life. An amazing poem is very brilliantly penned....10