beauty of Life
No more the beauty of life,
Nothing is essential,
With time the time is gone,
Now to look beyond the horizon,
The all- embracing emptiness,
The earth is old enough,
The Mahabharata can not be repeated,
The light setting can not be made
The sunrise,
The evening can not made the morning,
The dew glowing on flowers
can not be made
The owner of the Sun again,
Life once lost can not be revived.
@Prabir Gayen
10: 36 AM, Tue, Jun 01,2021.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem