Birth is not at will; so is death.
Next moment is not in one’s hand.
Hopes and fears are inter-twined.
Faiths and beliefs are promises.
Fortune ridden, accidents prone,
Success is not his; nor is failure.
Life is a straw that drifts along,
With eyes that can see things ahead
But have no power to see the time ahead.
19.03.2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem