The sun peeks through the horizon 
In the wake of another day 
As heart drums, breathe waves 
Vibrations inside veins 
Alert the soul; 
Though and reason 
Move notes of live within
Real self wrestled with the ideal 
Arrange sounds of being in time 
As inner peace champions the soul 
Our life just plays on…
Like good music 
Delight to the heart 
Nice to the ears 
Mind and soul struggle 
To define time with vision 
Dreams challenged with who we are 
Conducts life musical bar 
Yet, inharmonic each day unfolds 
As hope give way to chaos 
Unified or in disarray 
The mind compose its play 
Our actions write the lyric 
Being in time make music 
Music for life…
Performed to the audience 
To the watching universe 
To the world concert it shows
Composed in notes as each day goes
Existence in universe makes music
The sun rises every morning 
Another day comes to be 
It’s a new note musical key 
Harmonized or in disarray 
The mind composes its play 
Musical notes of life…                
Nice poem, Fasika. The whole universe is a symphony of being and life is a beautiful resonance due to conflicts between real self and ideals.
You say it melodiously. There is music all around in life, each one of us adds one's own notes to its symphony. CP
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All the world is a stage