Life is a globe full of obscurity and secrecy,
Why we are born and for what we are striving?
Everything is mystery.
Men may come and Men may live in conspiracy,
What we have achieved and where we are going?
Everything is ambiguity.
Nothing is permanent and nothing is steady,
Why we are fighting and what we are gaining?
Everything is uncertainty.
Nature has showered everything to live happy,
Are we utilizing it worthily and enjoying?
Everything is inscrutability.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A true picture of life.Thanks for sharing.
Thank you so much dear