Once, I was scared of Death
My last enemy
That shall be destroyed
I dreamed of going to Heaven,
But didn’t want to die!
I fancied my life into double
Like an eagle;
Flied high to a mountaintop
Knocked my beak against a rock
Until it was plucked out!
My talons too I plucked out
A painful process I went through
For escaping from farewell!
Delaying death was my favourite hobby!
But today I am waiting earnestly
For my death penalty
I have no annoyance this time
Since I'm the man going in
To be slaughtered into pieces
By my past memory
Losing life is not the worst thing
That can happen in me
The worst thing is to
Lose my reason for living
No truth can cure the sorrow
I feel from losing a loved one
No strength, can cure my sorrow
Nothing is ever certain
The terrible pain of loss teaches me
Not to be monster of self-regard
Farewells are for those who love with eyes
For me, who loves with heart and Soul
Has no separation from her indeed
Death ends a life, not a relationship
Even death has a choice to be loved
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