The worst and ugliest fault of a man
Is to come in this world, live the selfish life,
Survive by beating each other.
we think after death, we will get free,
out of these all years old crimes.
But the fact is that,
Death is not the end...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dear Kafil this is not only a poem...and it has some advice appriciated Job i like this one too Luwi