Days, months and years pass by
Calm and quiet sensations buried lie
The one life God blessed we mortals with
Too narrow is its width
Gone are the days where Phoenix fantasy could satisfy the senses
Now the senses intruded the reminiscences
For many the glory garland faded fast
Passé……..
Now the life is contrast
Every morning we get up with a dream
Hoping for the sunshine and rays of gleam!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem