How can we live when people are dying?
How can we laugh when children are crying?
How can we refuse them a chance when their trying?
How can we hear the truth when everyone’s lying?
How can we live when people are dying?
How can we laugh when children are crying?
How can we refuse them a chance when their trying?
How can we hear the truth when everyone’s lying?
I, too, wonder if this world is wonderful. And if we can laugh when we suppose to cry, talk when we suppose to listen, there is no doubt where we're going to lead the world's fate. Nice Piece
exactly how could we love when every ones hating? how could we heal when everyones hurtin?
Last line answers many problems in life. People like lies that seem good at the time. BUT, the truth will set you free.
Hi Bilal, I liked the repetition of 'how can we live' for it drives the message home the first, second, a third time and over... So true and it's the basic nature of all humans to lie, ignore, neglect, and not see... Thanks Deva
people are dying, yes, we need a change in our thoughts the poem is heart felt. keep it up get 10
I agree with Sumaira too.. we can change the world. And we will. we are leaving the worst now, but this will make us grow up, this will make us realize of what we have to do. nice poem
I agree with Sumaira...youth can change the world...nice thought 10
Bilal youth hav power 2 change th world.. Ths world need CHANGE... 'If v cn thn v will' so dn't say how...yer one smile is enough 4 it friend +8 4 u artistic write.
Hello Bilal, I read all your poems and every one of them was very emotional, poignant, and sad but also very beautiful, and beautifully written. With the greatest of respect, I myself wrote sad poems along the same lines, about death and all that. I feel now that the ones I write these days are more about life and death and stuff. but at the same time they are still tinged with that hint of sadness and melancholy. keep writing and see how your writing develops. i'd like to read more of them. keep going.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is paradox of which both extremes meet to balance this world.Without evil we would never appreciate the good things life offers.Very philosophical.