Life is nothing but it is a dream of one night.
We have been living here as if we live here forever.
Life long we say money, money, gold, gold and fight.
We never think that we are to die leaving here everything.
If we die our own people weep one or two days only.
Our family members fear to sit before our dead body.
After funeral ceremony as usual we live here happily.
In no time we forget our dead people and dead relatives.
We have been very selfish to run after life's Property.
While living if we remember death that is a fine way.
Let us think that life is equal to death in reality.
Every one who is born in this world will die one day.
Here we think good of our own people but not other.
Let us live and let live other and help one another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem