Mingling in the wild
realm
of human jungleness
in the ongoing
competitions
of human race
among the daily survivors
in the urban
in the rural
in the remote wilderness
LIfe is a bet
a gamble of chances
the world is the sole stage
we are the performers
competing each one another
cheered by the idle watchers
the countless time-killers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem