Every story ends
when it ends
it pains
every mind
stained
truths pincer
fact pinches
many a throb
is missed
to meet
the dearest
to the heart
many a tear
is shed
in memory
of fond ones
felled by years
ending is the goal
or is it the starting
death stands for sure
once the race is on
the competition is hot
racers seldom realise
that finishing is really the finishing
all the labour is lost
for nothing,
or is it for something
when life ends, your race ends.......
Every story ends When it ends it Pains.... What a thought, lalitha, brilliant! ! !
the world exists as long as we exist...this world is born with us and fades away with us...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sad lines but smooth and so poetry delivers some relief....