It is not a kind of question that may bewilder to all us
But, it is a kind of question that is searching the beauty of life
The complexity, the simplicity and the reason why we exist
Why we exist here in this world
What is the reason behind our existence.
We exist because of the presence of life or we exist because of the absence of
nothing
It is difficult to find the essence of our existence
But, there may be a reason why we exist
Maybe we exist because of the presence of death
Maybe we exist because of the existence of something
Maybe we exist because we have a purpose
Indeed, it is a paradox on our part
Because we cannot understand, why we exist
But we understand the existence of life
It is difficult to grasp the essence of life
If we cannot seem to philosophize it
In other words, Life is mysterious
We exist because we think
We exist because we commit failure
We exist because we deceive
We exist because we doubt
And we exist because we die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem