Life is counted breaths
distributed in days and years.
Life is to satisfy the senses
eyes, nose, tongue, skin and ears.
Life is to extinguish
the hunger of the balley.
Life is to maintain
the nature's, social and soul's tally.
Life is to bear joy and anxiety
tied together in a bundle.
To cope up with all of above,
until death, life is struggle.
Nice poem about reality of life. it is an unending struggle till one encounters death. Liked it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Tiwari. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks