Of life
One merging seamlessly into the other rainbowed horizon
perennially flowing, into the ocean of life
unbiased to age, sex, class, country
Rocking in its folds,
the unresolved knots
the unended stories
the unforgiven moments
the shrouded haunts
the pining, the longing, the regrets
the accolades and the barbs
Adding the colour, creating a masterpiece
Writing the script that unfolds slowly
Composing the original tune, the haunting melody
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem