When will some one realize?
There is really big prize
When you reach so near
There won't be left any fear
What if you don’t believe?
To whom you approach for blessings to give?
Who can guide you with divine spirit?
No one if you strictly go by it
What do we build on earth?
Leave it behind after death
What do we carry then alter on?
Where there is nothing to own
Did you see even season’s change?
Sun too change direction with direction and manage
Days become shorter or longer
Still we fail to realize it any longer
Believe it not and leave to fate
You may get everything very late
You have no joy to enjoy or state
You may fail to locate the gate
You will be confined to prison
Even though without any reason
Only some unforeseen blessings may come to rescue
Otherwise you were not worthy to get that due
The world is perishable commodity
So body is also of not permanent durability
It may decay and perish in no time
You may have no time to cry sometimes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The world is perishable commodity So body is also of not permanent durability It may decay and perish in no time You may have no time to cry sometimes