Are we not like oranges waiting for our turn?
watching others going through crush machine
And just left with the skin and no juicy life
the baton to be passed on to the future seeds,
It is a beautiful poem on Rubaiyat having touching expression and nice collocation. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we are not oranges so much is true but we all love oranges on a tree or a beauty it adds a melody to life all know it we squeeze oranges and the likes what a sound sleep then comes out as oranges bounce about..so keep it in mind all oranges are a lovely dream