Why are you in such haste?
Stop! take a brake!
Why do you leap ahead?
And leave the past at stake.
Hazy reminisces...all left behind...
Clad in spotless white
Grandpa bade goodbye.
At three, it was a jolt.
Why did he go?
Where did he go?
The spotless white he wore...
Is now grandma's sober vesture.
Sitting on the front of the bicycle
Driven by father.
The two wheels rolling
No corner was afar.
The little girl wants a cake,
But the cake was not an easy cake.
Cup cakes were all
That he could get.
The little girl now is the woman
Clad in red with vermilion on head.
Time, you never took a break.
A line or two I can see on my face.
Many more waves and criss cross on father's face.
Time why do you leap ahead?
Leaving the past at stake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem