One, two and three
My pen was not moving free
It stopped as its nib was broken
It was gifted to me as token
I changed the pen and started
From the figure I had parted
Four, five and six
The pen was again in fix
I wondered over figure game
I thought why should I blame?
Any one for disruption
It was not intended interruption
For the whole of life, we count years
In the form of birthdays and hear
Songs in jubilation with entertainment
Pass the time with burden or happy moments
Family is added by new member
And becomes sad for soul to remember
It goes on with no stoppage
Our whole life span is spent with different age
Everybody is free to make best use
Some one may take it as affront and refuse
Some one may seek salvation or refuge
After life is precious and needs to be purged
I could count on numbers
It is easy to remember
Who cares if it is over by tomorrow?
Let us live in present for lively show
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
prasad bolimeru nice