Seconds, minutes, hours, and day
Like grains of golden sand
Phew! ! they creep away!
And I am made to understand
What are left are delusions
A false hope of redemption
A dark unfathomed tide
Of interminable pride
In the vicinity of the false 'God'
The world worships love and lust;
What rises above are the ashes
And what left scattered to dust;
Regret sets in like a parasite
It stings deep and long
Yet the heartbeats keep going on
Breaking down but standing strong....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem