The more and more we get troubles
Sufferings and disappointments
We are getting to see the real world
Who is really only for us.
The predominant truth is
Our thoughts, words, deeds
Comprehend in the subtle nature
As our body deteriorates...
In Appreciation of the truth
Our Selfish motives drains all
The energy, gives but metal agitation
In the process of life, finally death
Though the phenomenon is
Complex to predict
In the realm of universe
thank the troubles, as it grooms us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
tackling situations into passives reflect wisdom of confidence
Wisdom through experience, thanks for the kind review