A destination less journey
A constant anxiety
Of everything around us
Of constant juggling
Of a course with no ending
Living only in planning
Unfortunate that every day
the list of things to be done
keeps changing
Some finished
Some half done
Some we've to abandon
Some give us threats
Some are a burden
And few are left undone
This destination with no end
All we are a part and parcel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A 'destination with no end' - perhaps our lives, meaningless amidst the hurly-burly of nonsense... Thank you.. A well written poem..