Desire is mother of all evils
It may remain still
At the end of the last breath
Even on the last heels of death
It gives enormous pain
Still hunger remains
It never gets fulfilled
Belly is still unfilled
How much we need to survive?
Some one may want one, two or five
It is endless figure
No one can point out for sure
We only create misery
There are blessings from almighty
Share the joy and retain the happiness
Life shall never be in mess
It is real key to success
Ask for no new access
It shall never end its quest
Enjoy with whatever you have as best
Many people remain miser with behavior
Even though god has blessed them full honor
They need not worry for whole of the life time
Yet smile and happiness is seen by them as crime
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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