Life slipping seconds away, clouds hanging overhead,
looking into a world of nothing, no return.
A newness covering over everything, leaving little
traces of yesterday.
Caring no longer existing in a world caught up in
itself.
Money putting people last, because they're not so
important nowadays.
Yesterday has passed, tomorrow is too forlorn to look
forward to.
Life being empty, it's seconds slipping away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The harsh truth of life is like that only, it never looks back and proceeds fast towards the end only.