Man passes away
But memory remains
Specially the glorious ones
Sinking heart gets the solace
Relating it to sweet reminiscences
Holding you from birth to death
Leaving beside such unforgettable moments
That enlivens your heart
Stimulates your energy
The vigor will ensure your existence of life
Life is not the cessation
But it is the progress ion
So let it come
As it is.
The phases we pass through
The stages we struggle
Never fades away
Rather it unveils the story
That is full of glory.
Hi. I read your poem. You jknow, Oscar Wilde in his (The Balld of a Reading Gaol) says: The Governor was strong upon The Regulations Act: The Doctor said that Death was but A scientific fact: And twice a day the Chaplain called And left a little tract. Anyway. Your poem is nice too. I'd be glad to know your idea about my poem (Dears Die) . Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice.... and very nice..