Everybody knows.....
It's today,
The bright sun is shining,
The gentle breeze is blowing,
The sweet birds are singing,
The beautiful flowers are blooming,
Everything is fine,
Still a dreary sense of yesterday
Is not leaving this realm,
It's teasing everyone
With its agonizing impression,
Will it ever end?
Very relevant question indeed,
Nobody knows,
Deep silence everywhere!
Still a dreary sense of yesterday Is not leaving this realm....this will remain be there. It's impossible to unite the people of the entire world. This theoretical presumption is applicable to this realm. Past is history and history repeats itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The hope and its brilliance and the bitter experiences behind. A well thought out piece. Tfs