time rolls on
making a ticking sound
the life goes on too
moving round and round
seasons come and go
shedding their many colors
life plays its games
cloyed with different flavors
day and night
are paramours that live
with the life till its
end and many a story weave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful words of wisdom imparted in a poem of lovely rhythm and flow.