Here we've only a very short of span to sing:
At th' finest moment when the bells ring,
We become free from the chain of time,
Forsaking the face covered with grime.
Vipins, your strength is really inside your pen and how it works on a paper land..you can sketch picture by it, consume language in very delicately, and here i bear the finest talent that you ever have in yourself, keep writing Vipins, its your gift to use_Soul
Wow, Vipins, I am so happy to read new poems from you again. This one is thinking about our last moments They can be the most glorious moments of our lives when we see over our whole lives in retrospect Or they could be miserable moments depending on how we have lived It really worth to spend our lives in living random kind acts This will help to make our final moments great Very thought provoking poem, my friend, Excellent work.
Such a beautiful quatrain, in perfect rhyme and packed with meaning! !
great realization of life with a few lines. Simple but exceptional.
I like the way it sounds. It sounds as if arrogant, but very tender. I want to be a part of it there.
concentrated as nectar pure and wise few lines of life well done
Amazing write, in just a few lines you have put life into perspective!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah so short life. Lovely write. Keep it up