Everyday I ask myself, how this life seems to me
And can't ask anyone else cuz it's different from rest of the
They live, they dream, they dezire, they admire
Even they hate, and state, 'it sucks at its prior'
But this is what it's likely to be, as a satire, and that's how it's supposed to be
It's like a river with an uneven flow
It will make you shiver even in hot though
Sometimes you would prevail without a test
Sometimes you would fail at your best
But that's its uncertainty, you can have a million dollar bet
Life would never satisfy you, neither it would disappoint
Everyday it would bring joy to you and a new fight joint
At times you would lie and your lie would make you cry
And now the liar would seek for the truth
But this time LIFE would be rude
This is how life seems to me
This is how life seems to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem