Countless the days
we pass, we share!
Innumerable are the
events crawl in our life,
but some awake like
the dried lands
after the devastating flood.
We buy flowers from the florists
so many times,
but the bouquet we place
on a friend's lifeless
chest gets fixed as immortal sight.
The first day we spend
with our ladylove
is the best scene
of life's frame.
Numberless seasons
we pass in our life-span.
But we remember just a few
deleting the rest one.
Picturesque they are
on the page of mind's screen.
Immovable is the sight,
sealed with love and care.
None can invade them,
they reside too near!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A chain of events pass by us every day, some won't be registered in our attention, some are later forgotten, but a few are etched for ever in our mind, never to be erased by the hands of time! ! A great write! !