Down The Ages

                                       Down the ages that remains new,

                                       Few angers burn themselves–

                                       Some hopes try to smell,

                                       Desolate yet new .

                                       Born in me–every second.

                                       Lost in you again and again;

                                       Treacherous thoughts lead me ,

                                       Weary tears and oblivion catastrophe.

                                      Confiscated remembrance ask for you,

                                      Thy fidelity above question.

                                      When soul will transcend my life –

                                      Down the ages that remains new.