We are told in turn
With no uncertain terms
That life shall be over
At any time and loose cover
It is an age old belief
And provides no relief
You will find mention in books
With so many stories to cook
The religious heads narrate
At each gathering and relate
Its inevitability with precision
The individual is threatened with confusion
Well only this single factor keeps
Human beings under check and makes to weep
Still many people live with arrogance
As if no death shall take them over at once
I find helplessness on their face
When some on has lost the life race
Took last breathe despite having so much treasure
Life could not provide then anything further
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are told in turn With no uncertain terms