Come let me tell you your doom!
Now that you parade
The savannah and the forests,
Roaming freely and feeding on others
Both the weak and the strong you scared
Under your thunderous voice,
They bow with their flags
You carry so much power that even the silence obeys.
Hmm... Heraclitus.
'Life is in a state of continuous flux'
Let me tell you your doom.
One day,
You will go out never to return,
You will speak and not be heard.
Power will betray you by shifting its camp
You will wish and beggers will not ride
This will be your doom,
In your six feet mansion
Or in a ceramic jar on the shelve.
Mystery of life in such circumstances beautifully a poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Power or not, an end is inevitable. No man is above the 6feet period.