Time, place and day,
Only three co-ordinate of life,
Death knows none,
Knows only the span of breath,
Wreath- Wreath-
The garland of life,
Sing-Sing
The song of life,
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I would like to translate this poem
the death is rewrite of life he makes one page white and other makes it bright/ you painted it bro very bright lines very smart/ thanks to share