The poems are unreal as well,
All these are illusory like life,
Like house, like wife, life son,
Like daughter, like earth, like sun.
It taste good at this moment
And at another moment it is not good.
Like various other things
The poems also loss its value and
Virtue with the change of time.
The poems have also their own
Expiry in some way or other.
I am not giving importance to you lecture,
I am not giving importance to time also.
I know in timelessness we live for ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem