Remember your creator when spring is here
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Sweet birds trooping;
Over the meadows
Chattering and twittering
Pluming fleecy wings
Flitting here and there
As spring seems to be here
And little buds on the trees
Sweet songs souls sing
All look magic of spring
And earth renews itself
With the breath of spring
And the world whispers
It as youth a secret thing
The flower that smiles today
To-morrow will be dying
The higher the Sun ascends
The sooner he descends
And coming closer to setting
Remember your creator
Before the sun and the light
The moon and the stars are darkened
And the clouds return with the rain
And the days and months fly
Grieving that youth slipping away
And the years drawing near
When you will say
In them I have no pleasure………….
The spring of life with all its beauty and charm will give way to autumn and winter! This is an irrefutable truth... Be prepared to accept the inevitable and think of our creator and get ready for the final journey....! The transition from the lighter to the serious is cleverly done! ! Enjoyed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
After the winter the fall comes. As you prepare yourselves for the final journey there arises a question, To where? I forget to remember these things Deepakji.