Life and man move together,
Like life and death living together.
He is a fraction of,
The walking shadows,
Dead or alive,
Only Almighty God decides,
Haunted by graves and graveyards;
Black Mondays to Sundays;
Cold and dark January to December,
Where game of death is,
The only reality of life and time…..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem