Opportunities
Come and go,
Shape our lives,
Though,
We miss a lot,
Still come,
Fail to notice,
Fail to feel,
Fail to greet,
Fail to smell,
And fail to seize,
Till the time of sunset.
And the destiny,
Always the victim,
Of mind’s fixed concept……..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem