I loathe the ones
who mourn over left unsaid and undone
while they are still live and vibrant
I dread the dire remorse
the instant they fall into grip of gone
or themselves exhale the deathly pant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I believe in those lines you have simply put. Though it takes time to get over loved loves, there comes a time when we should wake up to the fact that there is so much to do when there is still life in us.
Thank u Roop! True that life rarely turns out well and as planned but I believe we should try before giving up, say if it can be said and do if it can be done while we are still alive such that we can die with lesser regrets. Nevertheless, we tried! !