Claiming age
And claiming age relaxation
Is going against nature
And is impracticable.
Practice is not good always
And always we are dying
That we have forgotten
Forgetting is our nature.
We are praying for a time
For seven days at least
Beyond seven we assured
We are not going anywhere.
Falsehood has no place
In life and in Truth, see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem