Through the window I see that
You are walking your endless path,
None is with you to walk or direct
Involving in nothing they are losing it,
Their pale, aimless future is waiting
To engulf them in the hole of time.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza| 21 November,2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a great write, Muzahidul.....