What is that you claim that is yours?
You get birth and see first light because of your mother
You are brought up by your loving parents
They and other relatives give your identified names
You get education from your teachers
And get trained to perform by your supervisors
At the end you get carried away by others to the crematorium
In this world you have nothing to boast of as your own
Feeling of gratitude to others around you is the way to go
Never leave them alone and smile at them ask what can I do for you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem