The Clock Hands
Pravat Kumar Mandal
Tick tick run the clock hands
Ne'er they stop at their stands.
Never they take their rest
They do their work the best.
Their movement is constant
But their race different.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Pravat Kumar. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.