Dont have the question
Dont have the answer too,
But so many clauses of life, sometimes left sometimes right, But
Not at the center of life,
Solo sometimes, often alone!
When i think about own my heart, life is such a beautiful dart with so many thrones!
All the beautiful looks so ugly!
Ugly makes so beautiful looks!
All are busy to bye their own cheap goods,
No one ready to endorse extensive brook,
Crook all we by our Karma,
Dead by our own real Dharma(being human) !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem