Days pass by
Like the flowing river the days pass never to come back
Seasons change like a circle that moves on and on
I grow old hair turns grey
One day may be I lay
Down to eternal rest
Gone will be my chase
To achieve what I haven't in this life
Then I have to start again
When I cross lanes after lane
To be here in this earth
And have a rebirth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful feelings of pathos of life Yeah days as well as times pass by and the birth goes to the non-returnable bank of death///