The gravedigger's little daughter reads a passage from a loose-leaf book sitting on a broken tomb
While her father digs a grave for a pauper.
'The cunning fox tells
That grape is bitter on the hills.'
The kind nurse with a smile brings medicine to a sick bed
That's too bitter.
His weary beloved makes a night coffee mug of a broken handle
That's too bitter.
Though the life is bitter than everything
Yet we pretend it's so sweet then grab and lick eagerly.
Bitter indeed. Your thoughts have painted a darkscape. Sad, but well written. Take care. Kind wishes, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Angst underpins this melancholy poem with its bitter kernel. Methinks you are in a pensive mood these days, Nimal. Such a sad poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥