Life is short
Time runs fast
A whiff of wind
And it ceases to last
The soul wanders
Like a lost traveler
It chooses a body
To face the grueling
Schedule of a life
It gets ready
Tied to the cycle
Of birth and death
Man goes on doing his
Karma attached to a
Thin hair of breath
Yes I do agree with you dear poet. Today we deducted one day from our precious life. This poem has this pragmatic social implications. Simple but profound
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fully correct dear Panda, nicely penned.