I am going with it,
Nineteen hundred sixty.
Going and going
With you, O my dear, and
The entire world is watching us.
What for I do not know,
And you are telling me
Time and again to stop.
And I am going and going,
Not to reach anywhere
But to go and go
Without any ending.
Nineteen hundred sixty
And I am going with it.
One has to perform his duties in life non-stop. May be the people (or perhaps you yourself) are not aware of your final station but each one of us has to carry out the allotted job as per the destiny. Nice poem.
There is a lovely air of mystery about this poem. It has the movement of life and love.10.
And I am going and going Not to reach anywhere But to go and go Without any endning - Wonderful lines, , , , ,
We share the same birth year. We must always be going. There is no stop where we are going.
A poet dies just like other ordinary persons BUT he becomes immortal WITH his poems, because poems never die, they survive all things and become immortal. Excellent Poem, I so admire. Thank you for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem for the year of birth and the idea that poets have no birth and no death is a great idea.