It is not your struggles
Or my struggles
We are all struggling
While walking down
The path of life
Each one is weaving a
Story as second is ticking by
Each one is breathing
While scribbling down
The events each moment
You are the hero
Who does all wrong and
Good deeds that
Come to nothing
As wind stops blowing
Inside out
The story will rot
Inside the cover of time
As body is eaten by ants
" The story will rot Inside the cover of time As body is eaten by ants" . Anticipation of stark reality. A bold and forceful poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem that has brilliantly discovered the nothingness in life.
Feeling honored. Thanks.