As the Years Passes by
Nothing will appear on the same high
I will not be there; you will not be there
but will our name remain in the sky.
I am Today Loved by Millions
May be tomorrow hated by billions
as the years passes by.
Nothing will appear on the same high
I am loosing hold of my breath & looking ahead my end
Eyes are getting wet as my: my name will not be in the trend
Why should I be annoyed by them
Generation of mine will they knew
I am their part: I am their past
As the years passes by
Nothing will appear on the same high.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem