A death in nearby in village
The entire people mourned
The entire humans were in sadness
They prayed for the departed soul
Irrespective of faiths and classes
But those things are the past
No time to mourn in deaths
Even to the dear ones
Tells the business of life
And to avoid themselves in mourning.
Spending the time in little
Showing the sadness for shows
Death becomes a natural episode
Where no one actually in sadness.
A time we can imagine
When the soul is wandering near
And sees the plight of family
Quarrels for a moderate share
That saved by the departed one.
Have a nice and happy life
Enjoy the life in perfect knowledge
To get a final day in peace
And hope for a lonely walk in distance
And never bother about the followers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem