2001
A dead man has no sustain!
No greed, breed and gain!
Money, honey and wealth in vain!
When totally dead from trauma and pain! !
A dead is free, his soul has flown!
To timeless state, to endless blown!
None came back to tell a tale!
How after the death, how the gale! !
How the heaven or the hell!
From earth to sky as in Bible!
Is there a life after we die!
With same body, food and pie! !
Family, kids, husband and wife!
So many things we enjoy in this life!
Property, power, money and men!
Can we get back in death's den?
Our presence, physique, our fidelity!
Place, time and life give us identity!
Our absence, our death and off duty!
Life shall have no authority and quality! !
A dead man has no sustain!
No greed, breed and gain!
Money, honey and wealth in vain!
When totally dead from trauma and pain! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem