A commander with out portfolio
Life goes on slowly & slowly.
Time passes away rapidly.
When I grew form a child to a father
I did not know.
I surrounded by work, Work and work.
For money, I was running very fast as much as I can.
In this travel, I lost the true love of my beloved persons.
Now I become an old man,
“A commander without portfolio”
Young generation is doing all according to their nature.
Now I surrounded by the Loneliness & became a matter of joke.
It is the story of so many in this world.
(From the diary of an Indian)
Everyone of us is a commander without portofolio, life is a mad stampede
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The commander without portfolio is a very strong image with which to begin a poem. It drew me in and I enjoyed reading your work.