Future is just another phase
Of the withered stenchy past,
Of which the balmy relics
And gruesome skeletons rot,
Where the relentless deluge
Of ominous catastrophes
Are foretold with certainty
And the dark waters rise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a wonderful prediction based on the horrible present! The word 'relics' is concerned with past but here the poet has very nicely incorporated into the future. This is the beauty of poetry! I have never heard of use of this word in such a way! A unique title..appreciated!
I appreciate the analytical mind of Dilipji. Thank you, sir, for pouring your heart out for me, for the most wonderful words of encouragement. So deeply obliged. And so very happy that the poem communicates with you with ease.