Shadow of time walking by the edge of mortality
To drop withered leaves of lonely moments
Over the barren horizon of down falling life.
Age is just a number made by mathematicians,
Death can spread its impermissible roots any time
On any step of journey, to leave you breathless.
Death can spread its impermissible roots any time On any step of journey, to leave you breathles........true dictum, yes, death may capture in any time. A best poem written in the philosophical base I like most. ....10
Awesome........Wisely words with philosophical touch.......beyond rating. Loved it.
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I would like to translate this poem
my god how can u write such poetry i have to take lessons frm u now