Times of deed left in the past
Neither retains in present records
Nor reflects on future deeds.
Achieve things each day
As the rising sun
As the blossoming flower
Raise like storm in the cyclone
Or like huge waves of ocean
To keep the foot prints in the
War of life on this divine earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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