Years to come will have some stranger looking days
A past behind, a future looking at our face
Things which were said will be memories
And words between the lines will make us feel sorry
A few matters of facts will be grave to digest
Solutions to troubles tough to suggest
Years to come will see more regrets
Some coming to ages some revealed secrets
There shall be a sense of reprisal
An awkward wait for an unknown arrival
Yokes will make our vision blurred of personal truths
For the tears to cleanse our eyes reminding of the lost Ruth
Years to come will see us graying our heads
Experienced enough of life’s thousand shades
Our eyes will have a pair of lenses on them
Covering the past from future like a fabric’s hem
Standing in the crowd, life will still be alone
Loving others but no love to own
Years to come will have imprints of years gone by
Of each truth said and of every single lie
Among the changes piling up
There will be a constant I will safely keep
My heart will always beat for you
No matter what you did or what you’ll do…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem