It was hard journey
We went all through
It will not be long
before it is all over
Do you see the sign?
Do you prepare to depart
It is a repetitive story
since the start of time
through many generations
Every one endured it
Every one passed it
What then we can do
When the end is near
When the cup of life
finally fully empty
Do we really know
When this will happen
When sign of life dims
When there will be
hot tears and cries
When nature reclaim you
When you all vanish
When you not remember
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sort of like a creeping cold that consumes