on this lovely day,
it is apt to spare some time,
to one whose pulse play
when rhythmic, one says' all fine ';
when missing, are they death signs?
for seven decades
and more, it serves, with no rest;
it's beats never fade,
pumping faster when strains test
muscles, or mind by tempest;
in life's marathon,
heart is the unsung hero,
pumping on and on,
even as the body grows
from pint size to six-foot pro;
for our heart's good health,
balanced lifestyle is a must,
not balance of wealth;
slow and steady, but be just;
for power, fame, have no lust;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh ok. Thanks for reminder. It just pumps and we ignore....at our peril. But you forgot the most important part it plays...the pata pata when boy meets girl..the heart does acrostic acrobats...and oft times gets broken. Thanks for sharing
thank you, dear poet. Your point is briefly covered in the lines - - pumping faster, when strains test muscles, or mind by tempest - -