'It's no more.....no more, '
The agonizing cry rapidly crosses
This vast sphere
And beyond it,
But the busy souls have no intention
To listen to it,
They are running and running shamelessly
Towards nothingness,
Considering it everything for them,
They never ask themselves the reason,
The selfish nature is deeply rooted in them,
They can never think otherwise,
Because they believe
That will destroy the real meaning and significance of their life,
The great thinker of the society extends his eyes,
But he sees a road of utter disappointment
In front of him.
Wonderful…great sir. Some eternal truth and imagery, that's amazing. Carry on, sir.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bravo I couldn't do any better Anjandev TFS