The life rolls on like a
Tattered carpet across
The flat surface of time
The sky pelts stone of ice
And from below comes
The heat of blazing sun
The life rolls on like a
Piece of dice across the
Chequered board of time
In complete ignorance
About the face that will turn
Up in the next moment
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem