Each moment we write something
All writing we leave behind us...
...for others to read
It doesn't bother most of us
But, when we awake we'll know
There is not even a piece of writing...
...that we have left behind us
All our writings we have brought with us
Either we will be pleased or ashamed...
...to read the writings of our own deeds.
Some will be given the book of deeds...
...in their right hands
Some will be given the book of deeds...
...in their left hands.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem