Ages turns an endless pages;
Always reveal something wonders.
In reasonable, may be in valuable
Form your time as a vault to know you.
Never fail to give proper meanings
And the meanings of life, ought to be in success.
Never fail to give proper understanding
And retrieving the peace in proper ways
On powerful traveling in those pages
Hard to transpare, it is an invisible
An attempt beyond all births and deaths
Hound of heaven after your death, a wasteful.
the surreal play of shade and light...good deeds and bad ones as well...profound lines!
Perhaps it is suggesting after one is making great endeavours in one's life, one faces a great nightmare in the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully penned with reality.