Perish in clay
Whoever takes birth!
It has to meet death
The birth and death as usual
Remains concern for individual
But as life itself is termed as strange
We have to manage
Whether we are poor or rich
Some goal has to be reached
Even poor lead exemplary life
And face sharpness of knife
But nothing deters
As they always prefer to cater needs
They know the body has to go back to clays
There is no fun in wishing to stay
Same green as ever
But perish in clay forever
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They know the body has to go back to clays There is no fun in wishing to stay Same green as ever But perish in clay forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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