The Sun rises in the east and
sets in the west still.
Still the summer makes them
sweat and the winter, chill.
Still the same hot wind blows
and birds chatter.
They say, still the beavers
make small dams at river.
Its been so long but still,
daily, the school-bell tolls.
Still to move on to tomorrow
the wheel of time rolls.
Still my dad tells lies,
still my mom endures me,
Still within depths of my
heart, I see picture of ye.
See,
nothing changed at all
since you went away.
But I think,
Life could have been better
if YOU were here with ME.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem