We all came down to this universe
From somewhere unknown
Like dew drops
And we vanish in thin air.
The death comes telling us
We are all alone
As though we build love and affection
Toward relationship celebrating life
Forgetting that the death will leave us behind.
Oh my mother, you did not go away
You are with me and I see you always
In a shoe flower bloomed in my compound.
Because, the life is written
From the death at all event.
I do not frighten of death
Because, as he knocks the door,
I would be away
and the death would be away
as I am alive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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