Will the world end today?
Probably not;
Will it end in the evening?
Not exactly;
Will it end at all?
Perhaps yes;
Will it end tomorrow?
Those who live to see tomorrow
Will know;
But if it doesn't
Those who will die tomorrow
It would have ended for them
And those alive will keep guessing
When it will end.
There is no running away from death
When it cold hands give us
A pat on the shoulder or his deadly blow
Lands our head;
It is time to move
And stop guessing when the world
Will grind to a halt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem