What else is there in life
just a bit of food and sleep,
just a bit of love and dreams,
just a bit of death and scene,
what else is there in life?
with a stomach to see the hardship in me
i woke up to sleep and slept out of dreams
ending up with death and created a scene,
what else is there in life
just a bit of this and that
just a bit of fall and rise
just a bit of strength and fight
what else is there in life?
ran after this and got at last, that
rose myself too high to fall on my back
fought out of skin, yet wasn't strong
what else is there in life?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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