Born from the soil,
And returning back to the soil
In between we toil
With caste, creed and religion.
To live in lime light
Many battles we fight
In search of fame and glory
For which each day we worry.
When we die in the end
There will be no family and friends
It will be some graveyard keeper
So human bonds of unknown
All of us govern.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so simple in diction and so rich in ideas..lovely...10++