Real and beyond control
Trip to escapism
Its survival from hatred
World where gather hardship
Nothing is profitable
Nothing takes away in that rush
Need to reach the shore at a glance
Can’t toss the mood of others
Can’t be the reason of someone’s grief
Need to pulse the fantastic world
Yet unknown the depth of darkness
Unaware of the mood of elation
Salvation before old is not a necessity
Yet death is a necessity at its end
Wrinkled face never attain young
Need to start from the very beginning
Thirst is there to reincarnate anyway
Cannot say goodbye to mighty world
Thirst to live is inherited and secreted
Fear of death will burn all as it’s mystic
But the myth to reborn craft a warm farewell
Fact is that none want to leave the stage all of a sudden
©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
real and beyond control, we are nothing, nothing is under our control.