Oh! .Gone, is the past that'd never return
Don't you know that, you the insane?
Why to brood over the past or so..
And fall in the deep pit of sorrow!
Ignoring that gone past you, like a hay
Sing with joy that you're born new this day
Feed and play and live with bliss
For all those evil past won't come again and kiss!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The past is gone, yes. Living in the present and finding bliss here is what matters. Thanks for sharing, Karunanidhy Peace