There's a difference now, and in those gaps;
Abide, facet of facts.
Subjectivity of preordained anima, and those on the sidewalks;
Contempt much.
To confide, it takes time imperishable.
From yesterday, I know.
And to give in?
Something, which most of us can never do.
With eyes closed, our prophets come to life;
Remember? Our reason to survive.
Making most of our days, by singing rhymes;
Remember? For another day to pass by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reason to survive... a big 10++++++