Life's an illusion,
The bygone years only numbers
Stamped somewhere
In the eternal whirlpool of space;
And the chapters that make up my life,
Merely shadows of a dream,
Long passed by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pragya..just terrific...you write very well..the poem depicts your unhappiness and discontentment with something called life..very nice one indeed please read my poem and advise...tarapada.mohapatra@tatasteel.com