No further respite,
shattered dreams, palpable in unnamed nerves
break into mangled reality.
Time is captured between distorted walls.
Countdown to the numbered days,
ordinary eternity is
an illusion hard as igneous rock.
Precious life is
temporary like clouds in the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
beautiful...so full of emotions i read somewhere...In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on it was by Robert Frost which i remembered always cause i found it remarkable and i think i am going to remember this poem too cause well i think you know the reason........ thank you for sharing it best wishes, love payal