M
Monti
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here is the poem
|| The Mystery of Life ||
Sad Sad and Alone
with an identity unknown
I was; in those days,
walking on the thorny ways.
In the street of deadly trees,
in the winter with killing freeze,
nothing was like life,
it was getting harder to strife.
Haunted houses and deadly breeze,
it appeared such that life has deceased,
my heart, my mind were just to yell,
seeing the scenes of burning hell.
Soon before my mind could shout,
it filled with a great doubt
"Is it possible? The thing in my sight,
Am I seeing the very beautiful light?"
All my doubts were now clear,
lapsing time made our separation mere.
All my sorrow changed to joy,
And now I looked a happy boy!
Once I was happy and then came a deep sorrow,
but this sorrow ended in a joyful tomorrow.
Thus, one day you smile and the other day you strife,
All this taught me the mystery of life.
|| The Mystery of Life ||
Sad Sad and Alone
with an identity unknown
I was; in those days,
walking on the thorny ways.
In the street of deadly trees,
in the winter with killing freeze,
nothing was like life,
it was getting harder to strife.
Haunted houses and deadly breeze,
it appeared such that life has deceased,
my heart, my mind were just to yell,
seeing the scenes of burning hell.
Soon before my mind could shout,
it filled with a great doubt
"Is it possible? The thing in my sight,
Am I seeing the very beautiful light?"
All my doubts were now clear,
lapsing time made our separation mere.
All my sorrow changed to joy,
And now I looked a happy boy!
Once I was happy and then came a deep sorrow,
but this sorrow ended in a joyful tomorrow.
Thus, one day you smile and the other day you strife,
All this taught me the mystery of life.