We often claim
And maintain
“We are master of our own destiny”
And set the course thought over by an almighty
We are selfish
And foolish too
We claim as an architect
But things are different in fact
We are heading uncertain empire
And claim to hire
In fact, it is temporary refuge
But His Empire is so huge
We remember His name
When end time comes
Feet crumble and body does not respond
We feel about losing ground
We feel as weak human being
No poor or king
Many things rush on memory screen
But that is final tragic scene
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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