Counted days have gone by now
True it is that moments stop not,
Motley are the ways of the world;
Scenes change with the mood and hurled-
Thoughts as they are all around shot;
Newness shrouds the Dead - old, somehow
Miss Time Hauteur in all her put uppride
Flashes cat walk downandacross
The Cosmicstageof luring Infinity,
Which finally tendsto destination Vanity;
Things are caught up in the toss
To face the test of the tide....!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Vidya, a splendid wonderful poem....👍👍