On the way suddenly one day I stood
Seeing a traveler hurt, groaned and swooned
No one was to hold the patient
But I have no command over death
As I have no command over withering flower
No command over stopping time or
No command over happening behind
What power do I deserve as a mortal mankind?
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 06/26/2017
It is practical, it is true in mortal human life, wonderful write,10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is great written, good poem, thank you,10