Having almost passed a life,
and waiting for the death,
when I analyze it,
if it was a success or a failure,
I ultimately conclude,
I was alive only,
in the moments passed in love,
the rest were passed in coma.
I shall ask humbly.
My Lord!
I am accountable to you,
but will you interrogate me,
for my life that was passed in coma,
shall it be just?
Interrogate me about the moments
when I was alive and conscious
but in those moments
I did nothing,
I loved only loved.
Aren't you love!
great salute Sir.......life is nothing without love....one can not imagine life without love.
A wonderful write ! Love is what gives us reason to live.Thank you for sharing the beautiful poem.
We are each allotted only so much time and most of it seems to be wasted, or at least not appreciated to its fullest. The time spent sharing love is indeed the most valuable
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a lovely poem....! I am awed by your thought..... 'I was alive only, in the moments passed in love, the rest were passed in coma.'............. So beautifully put! A sure 10