There will come a day
When I will never write again
There will come a day
When I will never say anything again
There will come a day
When I will never be anything at all again
But for now
Here I am
Writing my own small cliched lines again
As if I were doing something.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" Writing my own small cliched lines again As if I were doing something." Death is absolute truth and we cannot ignore it. Like a day of birth, a day for death too comes. An amazing poem is brilliantly penned.