Think of happy days
Sleep in free way
Wait for destiny to approach
Journey may be over as such
Does this form any kind of illusion?
I think there prevails confusion
Why do we break head with philosophy?
When clear road lies ahead with grace from almighty
Time may slip away like water
It may certainly offer
Some changes with age
Which can be inscribed on page
Time may convert in years
When you may loose power to hear
Vision too may blur
You may prefer to lye down on floor
It is matter of simple count
What is there to talk about?
Some people die with silver spoon
Others struggle hard in hot sun
No one shares burden
It is noticed often
Individual is confined to look around
Family and children are happily found
If everything goes smoothly and in favor
You are praised and termed as successful with honor
Normal man suffers till end with no one to remember
He will depart in silence with no note to share
i like it Junior Ashton2 minutes ago thought the work was well written Comment +1 good
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good job Peter Torruella3 hours ago well done