Prayers bring
Prayers bring me peace
Without paying any fees
God is at receiving end
Always considers me dear and friend
God keeps eyes open
Keep heaven's gate open
Many enter quietly
With no record of evils
What have we done then?
I asked often
There was no answer
I had to find from others with an anger
Let me do my rob
Don't try to rob
My opportunity
As there is no food for family
People seek refuge
But refuse
To accept the truth in their life
For them life is as sharp as knife
Life shall always trouble
As we have seen people
In their later age
Very tragic end to be written on page
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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