Moments will remain as a picture of pain.
We will leave, and then only desires will remain.
He will come someday, taking his leisure with him.
You will search for me, and only desires will remain.
In the hustle and bustle of life, we often
forget those emotions that are actually the reason for the freshness of our soul.
The poet, becoming a picture of pain, gives the message that when we depart from this mortal world, then after us only incomplete dreams, broken desires, and regretful memories will remain.
Those who do not appreciate our presence today, tomorrow when they have moments of leisure in their laps, they will search for us. But then we will have become a story, which can only be read in the solitude of the heart, called out to,
but no answer will come.