2 Questions Poem by Melikhaya Zagagana

In the highest pitch of the night with silence comes a song,
When the sky becomes untouchable even by stars:
And surrender the height in vanishing fade.
Am I late or before my time?

When pain feeds on my heart...tears show for enemies,
And I into pieces break to fall from human height.
For food my remnants feed the scrawny dogs;
I the sorrow eater die unwitnessed and unburied.
What am I among the human field?