Sometimes I start my day
With a negative mood
My efforts to keep calm
Don't come out any good
I look at the clouds as some
Bad omens going to fall
I prefer to remain inside
Without even taking a stroll
All those good things in life,
Good moments God has given
Can't give me pleasure
Can't make my soul enliven
I think of Him sitting atop
A high hill in absolute peace
That my days will come out
Good with His sublime bliss
With that belief I go on
To live my life in much joy
Life is precious, with wrong
Thought I should not destroy
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