Life is like a musical chair
some time to this
some time to that
with different colors of life
with different rhythms of life
with different musical instrument
of melody, sorrows, pain and gain
sometime like rainbow in the sky
sometime whisper full of flies
sometime chanting auspicious song
sometime crying for distance long
its path is sometime narrow,
sometime broad, some time curve
sometime up and some time down
but life proceeds on this way
having a bagpipe with musical band
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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