Due Poem by Chan Mongol

DUE
By: Chan Mongol

Seven miles up considered as the atmosphere;

That far is the territory of our air and water.

We are born to live and die in this atmosphere;

For living entities, such a cycle of life always occur!

Owning this and owning that by a young who is new

All who owned died and newer are in the queue!

This life and luxury are dreams to view;

In next process, the truth truly for all will be due.