By the river side
see i am alone.
Here it is the sun
Inside me giving light.
Here it is the singing bird
Inside me flying.
It is in truth
I live in
And I die.
My death is not true
It is my birth that is true
Changing of dresses are true.
good morning Gaji, it has just turned midday here. Thank you for your bright poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem makes you think. Birth is true and death is not. But death is sure. Beautiful. Thank you.