Sometime right
God gave us everything
Nothing goes on missing
Right from birth to death
Cool air to feel and breathe
What have we done?
Made it hell from heaven
With no repentance for girl child killing
To that of innocent people's killing
We have disliking for color red
Roses are all appear as dead
We lay wreath crimson roses
God proposed but we have disposed
Yes, we may again pray
To show us the way
Grant us another birth
For showing honor to death
You may not come again
To suffer this pain
So bow before His might
You may feel sometime right
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You may not come again To suffer this pain So bow before His might You may feel sometime right
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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