Roads of life seem to be getting shorter every day,
time losing its place in the scheme of life and
death.
No measures being added to time, it has just about
ended in this being, leaving doubts and fears along
the side of the road once and for all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem has deep philosophical theme. But an interesting poem this is. Say by day we are getting older and time of living is in minus direction. This is very brilliant one. We shall remain cautious...10