I was once a little boy growing up, up, up.
Once a became teenage thinking more, more, more.
As i was heading to my old age.
To know where i am going.
As i compose a little cough.
On the bed i sleep.
Very nice poem. The poet succeeded in wrapping human journey on earth briskly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem. The poet succeeded in wrapping human journey on earth briskly.