We'll all
fade away.
Colourful pictures
captured moments
life so vital.
Forgotten albums
mildewed memories
can't catch fragrance
fresh blooming stories.
That special place
that once we held
in all the hearts,
abandoned niche
dusty unkempt
place for old vase.
Life just goes on
melody and beats
eternal song
Nalini.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem