As if lots of crows surround the body of a person
when he is dead due to loss of health and stamina,
Thousands of people assemble to serve a person
when he acquires a huge wealth in his possession!
But instead, in such instances when any person
is wandering with poverty everywhere for food like a bee,
There is no one in this world to inquire his welfare
pleasingly 'Are you alright? Hope you have no problem! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem