What is life? ,
I asked the little fairy
Life is something odd,
she replied
What is future? ,
I asked her.
Future is a baffling mystery,
said she.
What is past? ,
I asked her.
Past is a read book, .
she replied
What is present? ,
I asked her.
Present is what you
are reading now, said she
Immersed in muddled thoughts,
then I sat there, for sometime.
But by that time, she disppeared.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank God! You didn't ask her any more questions. You would sure have deeply 'Immersed in muddled thoughts'. Highly readable and lovely poem. I enjoyed it. Thanks.