I let the words say what they want to say
At some point even silence needs no effort
And the flow of what the human being is
Continues in its own way-
And for years life goes on and on
Until the time when one wakes and knows
The time one has left is small
In comparison to the time one has had
And time ticking by itself has no mercy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem