Before you fall, Stop!
Wait for the malignant civilized bits in me-
To wash away with your natural civility.
And mind each drop that tells
The unending story of all humanity:
We rise to the sky and clouds we make-
Just like you, but all glory is just so fake.
As you drop, we know, one day, we will,
And this arrogance in ourselves still
Needs to learn from washing our stain:
That all we water is what will really stay
With our names of so much giving we may
Become immortal though brief like the rain
But all we deprive the world of shall be in vain.
18/10/2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good moral a nice poem.