The sudden change in time,
With result a sweet as lime,
Future hanged on the sharp nail,
And observed on the heart scale,
This could be the reason for the life bust,
Or can lead to the life rust,
Rectifying every error,
For finding the true attire….
A silent thread on every beat,
But success demands a decision clear and neat,
Playing the game of life and future,
Between the student and what teacher attar,
Thinking randomly on dream and demand,
And trying to move with
Dreams in heart, and demand in hand,
and ret depends on the destination I deserve….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice simran, nice. keep it up.