I loved his mother, my aunt,
Who had done a lot to me,
But I failed to care about him.
I loved her father, my uncle,
Who had done a lot to me,
But I have no contact with her.
I loved his father’s mother,
Who was my mother’s mother,
But I chose to ignore him.
One does good thing to some
So that they would take care
Of one’s heirs on one’s exit.
Gratitude must not die with one
But travel to one’s heirs too.
25.08.2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great mesage in the end says it all, 'Gratitude must not die with one/But travel to one's heirs too. Hats off to you. full 10 marks