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.
And I am going and going Not to reach anywhere But to go and go Without any endning - Wonderful lines, , , , ,
There is a lovely air of mystery about this poem. It has the movement of life and love.10.
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
I love the lyrical quality of this poem, Gajanan