how long miles still to go
before funeral blots the diction
life own implanted with pleasure and passion
perhaps forgotten the ending tune
to alarm itself
nights not alone
beside shadows of days crawling
with painful agony just to glorify
life's hierarchy but alas
a nice drip of eternal melody
generates melancholy to the generations!
Pranab k c
01/09/2021
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem