It is futile
Nothing shall speak
Not even spirit weak
What shall remain behind
Only mortals of some kind
No one shall remember
Even by family members
It shall be on some occasions
When family is together for some reasons
So think of your worth
As what shall happen upon death
You shall be consigned to flames
For no one later on to claim
Your are gone
With body turned into ashes and done
Body is mixed with earth's clay
For permanent stay
So it is futile
To turn hostile
Towards mankind
And show hatredness with blind eyes
So it is futile To turn hostile Towards mankind And show hatredness with blind eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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