this old man and this old woman
and the aging son
hurt, humbled now bewildered
the savings of courage, conviction and time running out
ask
say
plead
life a series of mishaps...
(stand up, hold on, help, if you want to be counted.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Sreelekha, the whole life is a series of mishaps. reality reflects in your poem. if you wish, you can read my poems and send your comments. Thanks!