- - - Life- -
Life is not an epic
with chance and coincidence,
It is a one -act play
with boring monologue.
Life is a song
where prosaic tune is playing
with no interval.
Life is not a dream,
It is a dreamful reality
where dream is lost in shade.
Life is a walk with no aim to meet,
No dream to fulfill.
Life is a beautiful song
with few singers to sing.
Life is an ocean vast and endless,
With waves to blur the total view.
It is a shelter a pilgrimage
With few pilgrims to rest here.
On the rocky hills of life
Life is little nurtured and bemused.
The way with too many faces astray
The true worshipper of it.
The shadow of life is never to meet
As it fleets with light that recedes.
The shadow of life is never to meet As it fleets with light that recedes.
The way with too many faces astray The true worshipper of it. The shadow of life is never to meet As it fleets with light that recedes.
Life is a walk with no aim to meet, No dream to fulfill. Life is a beautiful song with few singers to sing.
Life is not an epic with chance and coincidence, It is a one -act play with boring monologue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The shadow of life is never to meet As it fleets with light that recedes.