I wake up
In the early morning,
Then a mysterious question pervades my mind,
'Is it today? '
I begin to think deeply about it,
After a prolonged thought
I sincerely realise,
It is yesterday, today and tomorrow.....everything for me
And it stretches an infinite time
With its glorious wings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This doesn't work when you have to write an exam or when you have to count days for salary. Yesterday becomes day gone today is present and tomorrow will be paid later.. .