When, one has no time for itself
It can't spare a moment for itself
When, it can't take care of itself
It can't think of its own well being
I'm sure enough, it won't go for me
Indeed, it won't help me in need.
What an irony...
All, desire for the whole lot
Seeking everything permanent
In a transitory world-
And so short, so small a life-span!
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2018
Ludhiana, Punjab, India
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Philosophically analytical piece. Thanks.