We try to earn money
by unfair means to build skyscrapers,
earn name and fame.
Have a look at the crematoria
and coffins where many,
with high rise buildings and money,
are sleeping naked forever
without shame.
This is the reality. All have to go with empty hands. Nice write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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