As we call "selfish world"
Yet meaningful and mysterious fold
Where no one can remain aloof
Right or wrong sans proof
Death is certain
Yet we suffer pain
Go dumb with slight thought
But run again without being caught
Yes death brings to light
Some reality about futile fight
The question about our existence
Its value in everybody's presence
Relatives and friends
Come with tears to shed
Console family
And advise to trust almighty
For whole life that have kept enmity
But now they show some sympathy
Few words of little choice
About departed soul with praise
Only for few days people may visit
Ask if any help needed for it
We may decline offer
And go down with pain to suffer
As we call “selfish world” Yet meaningful and mysterious fold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great Richard Mimosa6 minutes ago I enjoyed it and the philosophical views of death