Counting the days, we pull on the days in the world;
Despite knowledge and experience, many fear death;
Life and death are part and parcel of world life ever;
For everything there is an end if there is a start here!
Pain of body is hereditary one passed on to us ever;
Mind knows this, yet, we suffer for the pain forever;
To overcome pain we take medicine and mind business;
Like this almost all live life in the world to make a mark!
We forget pain by medicine and go on with our adventure;
We do all as if we are going to live long and forever here;
Suddenly death reminds us of our end too one day and
Again the thoughts on death comes and we imagine many!
Our forefathers have spent their time in life exploring many;
We as Poets say all in words for others to proceed further!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Our forefathers have spent their time in life exploring many; We as Poets say all in words for others to proceed further!