Our lives are like water of bubble
Not a second is in our control
Our trusted friends left
One by one from the world
Some elder and some junior
With whom good old days were
spent together
The beautiful plan we had drawn up
For self together
Neither our dreams nor they remain
Now Left alone
I often think when alone what is this life,
We come and go to the kingdom of unknown
As long as we are alive in this world
Soul and body live for each other
What a strange relation between body and soul
While alive despite living together but still separate
Soul says body is a prison but this
Accusation of soul is incorrect
Body says having given shelter for life
Every believer believes there will be
Meeting between body and soul on
The day of judgement
Those who leave never turn up
Their memories keep hounding us
It is a matter of regret; memory
Is the co-traveler of loneliness
And not a source of living
Mamutty chola
This is another beautiful poem of yours. Indeed separation and union are inevitable. Memories are co-traveller so true not source of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Happy and prosperous new year wishes.