Yesterday I was a child,
today I am a boy,
tomorrow I will be a man,
the day after tomorrow I will be an old man-
the time runs like a superfast express.
Our life span is a glimpse
relative to the speed of time.
We live for a glimpse and within that tiny span
we have to sow golden seeds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem