When the din dies down
and the dust settles to the earth
the true face reflects in the mirror
the life echoes back
the familiar sounds
and the present dances
to the tunes of past
but moves ahead to the future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'' and the present dances to the tunes of past but moves ahead to the future. '' - I absolutely love these lines!