Life gobbles
Three-fourth of its time
In haste
A delightful waste
The rest of
Its one-fourth
Nibbles dumped
In a couch inane
A secret wait
To escape in haste
Left is the
Wasted remnants down
The lit pyre
A psychological poem. Life is only this much. An in-depth observation on life 10+
A brilliant poem on life and social activities has been nicely shared here. Thank you dear madam for this composition.
This is absolutely a brilliant poem dear madam! A philosophical write that needs to be ponder on..10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Three fourth of our time is wasted in idle pleasures, the rest is wasted in idleness and finally our time closes in the funeral pyre along with our body! A profound write.... very meaningful! Perhaps one of your best! Top marks!