Days of past help us to be discreet
Days of present urge us to do work
Days of future call us to move plans
With mercy on heart for descendants.
Life is a gift of God for deeds in past
It is a test of deeds done in the present
It is a chest of good or bad for future
With none else to share part of fruits.
(2008-Palakkad-Kerala-India)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem