The skin that glows;
When that gets wrinkle…
Little thing we called;
Memories: that'll live upon
When it gets faded away…
Ages that used to be young;
When the age starts to get older
Beauty that once yours;
When that'll no longer lingers
Yet, will belong to thee soul.
The hair once that shine;
Little long it'd no more be the same
When it turns grey and falls.
The flesh no more strong;
Not to the strength, once had
When the body declines to be you?
Strange, someday when one gets aged;
They'll say, ‘I didn't recognize you! '
So does we; so to everyone?
Nobody lives forever with time;
Except, perpetuity for a soul
Yet mankind dies; we are nor immortal?
Apart which from, Life teaches us;
To little thing that's a lot enough
With the decade as we live along:
‘Beauty' as said to be faded;
Yet not what we've cherished within?
When these little thing are worth a life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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