Some times daily,
Some times weekly,
Since long I'm dyeing,
But how long I've to die.
Life looks like scattered hair on bald,
I've to collect them,
As I've to die,
But How long I've to...?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Verily, life is at crossroads not many a times but the full life in itself