What happens after death?
We have no real faith,
Curiously and meticulously we think about it year after year,
But the riddle is never clear.
We may go to heaven or to hell,
We may not have any cell,
But we all want to live with the present
As it is our only visible and vital strength.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We may go to heaven or to, We may not have any cell, But we all want to live with the present As it is our only visible and vital strength. living with the present. the only hope. brooding over a life after death. thank you dear Anjandev. tony