How innocent are they and how they conceive?
what you sow is what in the end you retrieve.
Yet, they remain aloof in the pond of life,
thinking water is calm and never rise,
some day the dry phase will turn up,
leaving them with full of muds
before it is too late for them
come and repent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Taking charge of your own life leads to self-fulfillment. And introspection is the path to that goal.