We are the inheritors
We can't escape the inheritance
That world passed before
That we make balance to followers
We are bound to go with
The inheritance of bad or good deeds
Only we can reform ourselves
And save the goodness to the followers
Who comes afterwards seeking happy
That the real humanely we have to comply
May the white dove fly every where.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Verily, we are the inheritors of the good and bad and it's our duty to pass the good Loved reading it..............10