I was sure of one thing
Poor and rich fear same thing
Death sends shiver and cold
Many thing remain untold
People boost of self quality
But forget about almighty
The common sense is His gift
Make sure of good efforts to lift
Not even flower booms
If it has no enough room
The shower does not help in any case
And mother earth remains helpless
When I have many flaws!
It makes me to draw
Some lessons
With various reasons
Life shall go on
But kite shall not be flown
To the height that was desired
Still we boost and want it to be admired
I was sure of one thing Poor and rich fear same thing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As someone who enjoys gardening and writing about faith. I often plant too many flowers together. And as you say here without the room for growth they just perish. Nice one.