Remember there a day is there
Reserved for every one for farewell
The journey to heaven or hell no matter
But in clear terms we have to quit
As like a player quits his play
As like a strong wind passes there
In stop gaps the life journey goes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death is an ineluctable truth and all of us have to bid farewell to this world and everything we hold so dear, sooner or later! Thanks for this reminder!