My lord, your lord
Who shares complete load
Carried with whole of world
As miseries remain untold
How many die daily?
Do you believe it really?
Neither is it imagination
Nor an illusion
Believe it or not
The point is not fought
You are free to carry
And remain merry]
Who remembers after departure?
Make sure
You have done wonderful job
People must sob
Such people are never dead
They are always read
With their contribution
In human relation
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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