In grip
Yes life taken new turn
Until you return
To the parth of truth
And determine to go through
However cruel you are!
You are not far
From the creator
And try to live with strength and vigor
Until you are pained
You won't know what you gained
From such an attitude
And ungrateful gratitude
Almighty god may give another jolt
To remind you about faukt
And give chance to recover
And seek divine shelter
We are all made of clay
And find no other way
Then to surrender with grief
As life is realized to be very brief
We have no means
To win
Anybody on this earth
And till it happens, you are already in grip of death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We have no means To win Anybody on this earth And till it happens, you are already in grip of death