Many souls die
We are all clay toys
Devoid of joy
With full of greed and jealousies
Spread all over universe
It is universally accepted principle
People are forced to struggle
As mighty wins the race
And weak always suffers
The powerful rules
And innocent are becoming fools
The big swallows small or little
Thus runs the world with simple principles
When burden on an earth increases
The mercy and blessings cease
As the cyclone and fire takes away countless lives
To balance the overcrowded places
The god keeps balance
The argument is advance thus
"If porter succeeds in making all pots intact"
The world shall have no place to accommodate all in fact
Sometimes own excess weights brings dawn fall
We see it as bad omen
But that is natural to offset pain
Many souls (people) die and rest remain to live in misery
Sometimes own excess weights brings dawn fall We see it as bad omen But that is natural to offset pain Many souls (people) die and rest remain to live in misery
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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