Keen competition is there,
In between you and me,
Between life and death,
Between life and life,
But not and never
Death with death.
We are both put to lose
For this competition,
For this, we fall,
And no scope to rise.
But we care not to
Compete for an eternal
And blissful life.
The tragedy of time.
More tragedy is that
We are not pure in heart,
We are not non-envious.
The tragedy is that
We are not able to live
A life like a well-wisher
To each other, we know, though,
Nothing is ours and
The ultimate truth- the death,
Is in the centre.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem