They did not visit me till I entered my grave ;
They came weeping but I was in a dark cave.
Never delay to enjoy the beauty of the spring
When flowers bloom and lovely birds sing.
Alas! The season of beauty and love disappears soon
The beautiful April is replaced by the sweaty June.
April is replaced by June; peaceful day is replaced by scorching hotness and it's staying active till the grave! ~~~ happines and sorrow comes by turn!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful piece of poetry written with conviction...