I
Still haunt me
Still bleed me
Those blurred days,
As if my memory
Paints a colourful picture
Of my inflicted heart.
II
Life flows very fast
From morn to night
From birth to death.
No time to remember
What you achieve in life
Only memory your indelible wife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well penned. A wise reflection on life.