When the Sun shines late…
It decides some fates..
It opens some gates..
It explores some threats..
Who knows what’s next..
Who can measure…
Tthe depth the future..
Still man laughs..
Loves and cry…
To live the life..
Once again try…
Keeping all the uncertainty
Behind..
With the new sun …
It metamorphoses to another Human kind.
That’s the secret of “ Happiness”
That’s the times prize..
Being forgetful is Gods “Blessing in Disguise”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True, those memo's can be a weight on our lives. Sapping energies