Two gray stones
Beneath my booted feet:
One wears the charm of
Chipped blue paint.
And the other:
The charm of
Chipping brown leaves
Scattered in the wind.
Beneath the first –
The body whispers to the other:
Welcome – friend –
Met we the same end?
Beneath the second –
The other body replies:
Not a chance. Unlike yours –
My life lasted long as a glance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The cat which met death after awhile feels solace for the brief life it had. The poem sounds obscure. The poet has hidden some truths or ideas in the poem. Good poem indeed!