Time is gold they say
as life itself is the way
to extract the meaning
and value of true living
But time is finite
as life isn't infinite
much more for all those
with cancer as lethal dose
Once infected with cancer
time passes out quite faster
and life is treated as in doom
with no more hope and in gloom
This is the time when life is shaking
all the dreams and ambitions breaking
for the soul who suffer the fatal infection
of cancer marked with too late implication
Yet when the truth is accepted
the heart gains peaceful stead
and then the eventual passing
becomes solemn and enduring
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem