here I live on that stalk
But forget the richly time of leaves
I forget the roots of lives
forget I every steps of light of day
or dark of night
Seek and find and lost
Everything; but nothing still I am
Your philosophical mind makes you a precious soul being. really goodly penned l
The philosophy that life is not real, it's just a dream, cannot be completely over ruled. Still I think life is not futile. Mehtab is a thinker poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Will of love and, The bill of life! ! Survival. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.