A poet said about a brook
Man may come man may go
but I go on for ever.
Life is like a brook
in natural phenomenon
which flows ever and ever
The waves of ocean-seas
does not know any bound
ceases its phantom
on the bank of thee.
Like to brooks, rivers or streams
flowing over the mountains and
meadows and fields
overcoming the rocks of obstacles
does not impound the cherish of life
retains the life on and on
humming on all the hindrance
Like the wind is blowing ever and ever
has it stopped ever the creation
has the mountains, trees
not came in its path
but its ransom melody never stopped
did not impoverish the refulgent of wind
The waves of Human Life a ceaseless waves
never knew any bound, not to impoverish
the progress of Mankind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem