Living with care is
the needs of the hour.
The hour is not ours,
As before, that is there.
We came, we go, we live,
Nobody has any right
to interfere or to utter
any word anywhere.
The words are also
not ours and we dare
to utter as per our wish.
Is it good and fair?
We have within us
all pairs of opposites
and our power of resistance
is not within our control.
We are not tolerant
and we are realizing
what we are doing.
And hence, my dear friends,
Living with care is
the needs of the hour.
Nothing is ours, we should know and accordingly we should manage ourselves here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dramatically this world has drifted and shifted...grief of peaceful heart hasbeen paintedby theHon.poet thank you sir