Nothing lasts under the Sun.
Even the Sun
Will be no more, one day,
Everything is transitory
Not even Love can save the day
Not even Love can save,
Anyone or anything,
From going, Forever, away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Man is mortal and death is certain. Similarly every thing that comes-up transforms into something else, due to wear and tear or beating by time/nature. Nature's phenomenon skillfully unfolded. Thanks for sharing.10.