Our very existence
Is in question.
And yet
We are doing nothing
With peace perfume.
We have taken birth
Rhythmically and
We are also dying
Rhythmically, reasons
Not known to anyone.
We sow
And so we reap.
We love
And so we live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rhythmically! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.