Breathe deep my child the wrath and fury of the world is consuming your thoughts.
Run as you may but the end will finish you off with death of your humanity.
Call upon the Lord but He is silent and invisible to hear your cry for help.
Your riches or bright minds will not save you as your feet is sinking deep in quicksand. Old age is making you look like a Corpse lay still maybe time and death may not enter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem