My Own Poem by anil pillai
My Own
whats happening?
its my own,
nevertheless.
its a flawless,
movement until the last breath,
the moment you made me,
moment i cherish
At the heights of
attaining glory, fame
one tends to slip,
had to suffer,
made life miserable
My world came to an end! !
copyright 2016
anil pillai
From life to death all those we come across happiness, sorrows owned by self. Beautiful write. Loved reading it.
From the birth to death life has many ups and downs. A lovely depiction of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 7:26:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Really an insightful rendition set aside for sober reflection. Thanks for sharing Anil.