To avoid suffering and hell!
They made God as their capital!
They don't want to lose it!
Busy with God to Worship and greet! !
In order to have more!
They enter in God's door!
They are in competition!
They are in hallucination! !
Calling the God over and over!
Till becoming sober!
They motivate their soul!
Not to lose, not to be foul! !
Anything they reach!
Got to have God's wish and bliss!
To go to heaven when they die!
So, all those concerned keep in try! !
To avoid suffering and hell!
They made God as their capital!
They don't want to lose it!
Busy with God to Worship and greet! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem