The bright light fading fast
one by one doors are getting closed
old memoirs fill the brain
Repentance crawls for all misdeeds
longs the heart for pardon from affected
detachment displaces all the attachments
Tearful eyes dim the sight
unexpressed words buried deep in the throat
solitude in the midst of all
Among adversities glimpse of joy
satisfaction surfaces for all good deeds done
this final exit no escape!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah, no one escape from the grip of death. Nicely penned the time of ones final exist. Loved it.