It is not the word said,
But the word unsaid.
It is not the things done,
But the things undone
Which often gives us heart- ache.
At the setting of the sun,
It is not the work you wanted to do
But failed,
It is the work you disliked
But forced on,
That often gives us heart- ache.
At the end of our life’s journey,
It is not the death,
But life,
Which often gives us heart- ache.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a beautiful outpouring Lataji.....Yes, its absolutely true.......very well said..........it is a really meaningfull piece.