Each Day Comes Poem by Sayeed Abubakar
Each Day Comes
Each day comes to push us
To the door of the Past;
After the day, nothing
Remains but the darkness.
Like Homer or John Keats
We will be mere the Past;
Men may remember us
Or utterly forget.
What lasts on earth for good?
Here immortality,
Like our life, is also
Mortal and perishable.
Like Homer or John Keats we will be mere the Past; Men may remember us or utterly forget. ..... Of course it is, men may remember us or ulterly forget. It depends upon our action(Karma) . So nicely envisioned and aptly presented. An intensive poem I like most. TFS. ....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 7:38:17 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautiful write with great lines and thought provoking!
Thanks, dear Hazel. I always give importance to your comment.