With no end or beginning in sight
undeterred by the inability to move backwards or surge forward than predestined
foam on the surface disappears as soon as it is formed
loose sands on the coast gets buried in the depths of its lap
though the treasure beneath its heart remains resplendent
the sea of life goes on and on lashing waves of memories along!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear poet, we will see the beginning and end in the sea. most of the countries the sun sets and rises behind the sea. The famous tamil poet thiruvalluvar compares the sea to the wealth in the hand of a miser. thanks for sharing this poem