Everybody busy...
everyone occupied...
from body to soul..
everythng in busy bee's attire...
Life is so rare...
Nobody has time to spare....
no time to laugh...
no time to dispair...
life is caught...
the cobweb of sort.......
feelings & emotions
has come to a nought...
life like traffic.......
in rush & packed..
nobody has time
to pause & look back...
The emotions are lost,
with the cover of success at top..
the cry for content..
is sneered by money's ascent..
Life is lost..
so is the man..
The houses are empty &
the roads jammed..
life is lost..
& so is the man...............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem