So slowly move the hands of time,
aroundthe chequered board of life,
faltering, then moving on,
relentless in its endless journey.
Sweeping though the joys of youth,
surpassing angst and doubt,
Yet never resting once to let
unwilling travellers out
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice philosophical write on life. Loved it. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you so much Anil..it is always an honour to have you read my work. My thanks to you x