the time kept on changing,
and so did mine.
racing everywhere,
and living was a crime.
then came few people,
who had thier own trend.
and then changed my identity,
as they chose me a friend.
being different,
is all i wanted to be.
but in them,
simplicity is all i could see.
time is something,
of which they are never behind.
and future is always in thier mind,
the difference between,
my past and today.
is i just dont breath,
but i live today.
and words are less to say,
they are my confidence, my strength,
they are my pray..
dedicated to amma.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem