When one is born
is born NUDE
when one is torn
is made NUDE
but the fact of life
is not
CRUDE
When we leave
this Earth
we all are same
uncovered like at
Birth
SOLEAVE AN EVERLASTING
INDELIBLE PRINT
JUST ONE OF SMILE
LIKE PP ME DOES
ALL THE WHILE
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I would like to translate this poem
HI...AP thanks for such a beautiful autumnal comment VG Autumn is so colorful in most of the western countries when the leaves turn into multi shades of russet, brown, yellow, orange and red. It is a season awaited by all! I was fortunate to see this change of color in last October when I went to the US for a one month's trip! A beautiful poem on Autumn!