Moments are slipping away
From the grasp of this life
Taking away into the sea
Of time all the sweet memory
The bag holding pain and joy
Will be emptied at the end
When name will be lost in
The eternal flame of mortality
Flowers give place to flowers
Bearing the same fragrance
Life can't be disrupted as time
Holds the pearls as if in a string
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have rightly felt. Every moment slips away. Flowers bloom, give fragrance and wilt soon. An amazing poem is brilliantly penned on life and death. An amazing sharing is done really.10
So beautiful review Sir. My heartfelt gratitude.