We knew not of our arrival
how can we know our departure
I have completed all my assignments
and
they say can't apply euthanasia
I have no more responsibility
towards any one
no favors to return
but shall do nothing wrong
till my natural turn
who on this earth
can ever know
when the final whistle shall blow
and
when you are gone
none will know
the candle flame on the stand
will continue to flicker and glow,
till someone comes
and
off it does goone blow
till then let's await our turn
there is plenty of place in heaven
there should be no hurry to go
but
then who knows tomorrow
Au revoir till the sunrises again
(Its too cold in the distant heaven
minus 300 degrees they relayed)
who knows tomorrow.......wisely written.Thank u, dear poet.anjandev roy.
Yes of course, who knows is the right attitude. But then what's the hurry, old man? Tomorrow is the symbol of life, where hope is life is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
YES AR AND APPPPPP AND LA POETESS... MB OF BD. YOUR OWN POETRY IS SO BEAUTIFUL I MUST SAY