Every day is a day
Nobody knows what it holds
Until the reality unfolds
How can we share the gold
They are much in daily moulds
If we ignore what was foretold
Then the world will become gay
Men will live in this bay
Lives will show the untold
Then can we bravely uphold
That man is not just a clay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem