Time glides
And river flows,
But my poem is
Not yet born;
From dusk to morn,
I scribble on a paper
Ultimately to be torn.
Hello Venkat, You offered poems which is beautiful, laconic and ingenious... Kindest regads... Tsira
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I would like to translate this poem
how very true! sir, you express so much through few lines, so profound so much to learn and lost wisdom is refound