A narrow lane that Pass by
Numerous grim left over
Discern or departed quietly
Now it's mode of a faction
Beneath the way it's volatile
Copious that reflects all way
Stillness that pert always
But randomness that queue inside
Down the way it's charming
Consciousness that persuade inside
Attract all to its depths
A slip that projects inside
Chase of life is with haste
All the way its narrow lane
A slip that take to the depths
But the mount that not guaranteed! ! ! !
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Man thinks and tries to slip in the depths of oceans of truth but he will get the perls or not, it is not definite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes this is the way of life man pursues but settles somewhere not within his comprehension.........very well composed................