A Story of Fifty Years

What is a fifty-year journey? It's like a train of life running fast Stopped at fifty stations Many do not even remember It just so happened that at every stop The baggage went up. Now that the shackles have reached the throat So I had to think That I had to get off at any of the next stations The burden of sex will be lost And what will be left with the goods? The limit has been reached. No matter how useless life is And why not pass in vain The bells of return began to be heard So the dust of sadness and despair It clings to the feet like Borrowing a few breaths Don't know greatness and success Which Mount Everest can be climbed?