Can come immediately
After birth
After living long
Torrid years
Or
In an obscure manner
One may be buried
Burnt
Flown in a river
Or
Left as food
For hungry vultures
The end may vary
But there is
No escape route
For any life
Death has to come
One day
Like the changing
Weather
The flowing water
The changing faces of
The wind
One who lives with
Honesty
Rests in peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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