What a hell in my life
My luckless love and life
Soul with love and cares
Banish to run, wait to be undone.
What a heaven in my life
My work and tired less profession
Mind with work and students
Cherish to run, and run to be done.
What a logic in his hands
On either which He would display
The fountain joys and sorrows
Everyday's report with my fate is filled.
What a truth of my life
The unknown future and known past
Will He frame a concern over me?
To protect the what of my life.
your every word brings out your true art. keep going
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem reminds my unknown future and known past