Daily it happens
With sun’s shine
So many babies are born
The garden is in blossom
Many are destined to depart
Even though they were our dear part
We got to accept the reality
Set by powerful almighty
Not a word in favor or disfavor
It is simple honor
That we have been brought here to breathe
Wind up when faced with death
Nothing unusual
And has to be treated as casual
You have no records
It is only known by lord
Let us preach peace
Curb the hatred menace
Provide happiness to all those who live bear by
With our sincere and utmost try
Let us preach peace Curb the hatred menace Provide happiness to all those who live bear by With our sincere and utmost try
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It becomes too late To understand the consequences of fate Time comes to wind up the show In fact no time is granted to know what actually happened