Try
If you want to die
You may fly
But not in sky
People say
There is no other way
You may have to go one day
So earnestly pray
Think of no other world
“This is nice place” we are told
What accompanies with us?
Nothing except faith and trust
You may carry good name
Sans bad character without blame
You will be forgotten
As it happens often
What is there in name?
The end nicely came
People wept over your death
With heavy voice and breath
Do your worth and prove
When you go out or move
Your action must speak
Not your words weak
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
rhymes Chris Cowan14 minutes ago are a bit forced.