The Closed Door Poem by Ruta Mohapatra
The Closed Door
Swift flows the river of life
Taking us along
There is no stopping it
Even as we think, it flows
Even as we write, it flows
And swift flows the river of thoughts
We stop to think
But there is no stopping thinking
Until the very end
Or, do the dead think?
Ah, the mystery of death!
Will we never know,
Where they all go?
No one knows what happens after that. Live life happily when alive. Nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/19/2024 4:50:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Ruta this is worth the wait
Thank you LeeAnn.....