Who are we to think?
With thoughtless ideas to sink
Why not we leave it to the creator?
To grant us life that can be spent with honor
We are simple creation
That has been brought into existence
For peaceful chance
And show it to world at once
Even cruelest man has some mercy
He is thankful forever to an almighty
For bringing life on this beautiful earth
This fact is borne in mind till death
Only circumstances compel
That doesn't go well
With set mind
But fails to find enough space
The life becomes unbearable
Even after great struggle
It makes him to adopt evil path
With each count of fresh breathe
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The life becomes unbearable Even after great struggle It makes him to adopt evil path With each count of fresh breathe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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