Time destroys so much!
Our lives, our loved ones,
So much that we love,
All consumed by Time,
But a Flowing Rhyme,
You cannot touch,
For true Poetry,
Has no Master
Has no Time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True poetry can not be destroyed by disaster of time. Even after destruction of entire creation stream of poetry shall be flowing.