All dust of memories bundle all knowledge
The world that gathered wealth; today and future
Forever life is full; satisfied, privilege
Running to the next, the next page of nature
Everyday we go, we rest, we laugh, we cry
That a day of search may not easy; sweat, pain
Wrinkles, rashes, in your face marked tiredness
In trail of trials; in prime we bow to gain
Lying down; take rest, eyes closed but mind open
Seeking a cure for burden, shield to protect
On what would happen next; recipient of the next
Pushing the door or great opportunity
Without knowing this could all be vanity
Beyond every corner, lies to tragedy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem like it.