W.B.Yeats said-
Man has created death.
Supersession of breath
Again said.
A man awaits his end
With hope attend.
All the above
Not my creations-
Knew it Yeats.
Dying I am every moment
With heartbeats.
Who is above me
I want to know, just imagine
With all problems confronting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem